On The Glo Tour. Poem by Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu

All corners went dried
And hostels were still,
Churches and fellowships
Left scanty or deserted
But pavilion was blooded with life, full of breath
For Glo brought Flavour and Phyno too hot for Omawumi that baddo had to intervene;
And they all run town.
Books closed, shops locked down, even the well of oil was like midnight.
I wondered, what is was? Why didn't I see it freaked to join?
It dawn on me, that is their priority, mine priority is different.
Had it be that Wole Soyinka, or Chimamanda Adechie, or Neddi Okorafo, or Ewan Alufohai, or Benson Omonode or J.P. Clark, or ASA or Ras Kimono or Majek Fashek, I would have be the first to be there, and if I supposed I had no money, I will go as Zaccheus, climb the roof top of pavilion to see my own legends and celebrities and I would jump down as they are going, to touch their clothes like the woman with the issue of blood did Jesus.
I have my taste and so do you.

-the Patriot, Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu -son of man