Ajantala by Adewale Sobowale
Clearing dirty debris of sordid history, off to sea! Flotsam and jetsam they soon become: What goes up, down must come! Chasing water, exquisite palaces built! Corpse’s lone foot malignantly stuck out! Water finds level! Levelled are palaces, built on the sea! Ojo nro, Sere ninu ile, Ma wo nu ojo, Ki also re, Maba…


