Ogbanje Poem by Warri Stanley

"Ogbanje"

Countless seasons has come and gone.
Knowingly and unknowingly each time,
Mares and partially mare comes at night.
You are not the only one fighting me.

Until the next morning before you smile.
But only you and i were locked in,
How do i always move out of the bed?
Even when the weather is still very cold.

Kokoroko..remind me of being on the ground.
Only for me to wake hearing Okoo.......,
At the waterside and "tugbun" flap the bank.
What were they doing? were they calling you?

I close my eyes to see the clock in late hour.
Because i see the sinister moves of yours.
Why not tell this spirit husband to stop coming?
So that babies will cry, cries the house is silent.

-WarriStanley