Songs by Adewale Sobowale

In the night; We do eat light; but so many never did lunch ever! At dawn, workers, and, even loafers, do get up from cots, leaving wives forlorn! Muraina wakes muezzin, Gebu is a Christian, Owonikoko a traditionalist, Jafojo, a free thinking spirit! All are united, in this business, of making concrete jungle of our cities!…

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Legacies! by Adewale Sobowale

Seasons, just like barracks are relatively permanent! People only pass through them; Like we say where I come from: A clerk can’t ever outlive the office; No matter how long they live will they be Methuselah? They can’t outlive life! We weren’t aware when we breathed our first; Nor can we be aware when we’ll breathe…

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Concrete jungles by Adewale Sobowale

Ajegunle – with unlivable, ramshackle palaces, kids playing in cesspits, since the place lacks, even, simplest of amenities – remains a banter, where our new jungle cities are! Even the dead, dead as dodo, get deprived of eternal rest or unrest, graveyards must be reclaimed, and give way to skyscrapers! Sleeping waters are woken, reclamation…

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