Òrékelęwà (4) – THE FINALE

Mo ti ri ododo kan, (I’ve seen a beautiful flower) Ibadi Aran, adumaradan, (Lovely waist, taintless skin) O mo ara mu, o mo oge shey, (Dresses well, very fashionable) Bo fe wura mo ma fun e, (If you want gold I’ll give you) Fadaka kere ninu ohun ti mo ma bun e,(silver is little amongst what I’ll bestow you) Ife re n kan mi lo mi inu (Your love is at the center of my heart) Orekelewa ni mo ma ba lo. (It’s Orekelewa I’ll go with) I’ve read about it, I’ve listened to people sing songs describing it, I’ve scolded friends about it,jilted one or two hearts that have felt it for me but for the first time in my life I am not ashamed to proclaim it…I am drunk in love and I would sing it to the end of the earth. I smile to myself every time […]

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Òrékelęwà (2)

Still beats me how any guy wouldn’t love football, especially the ever dramatic EPL. What better way to relax after the hustle and bustle of the week than to get down to a weekend of soccer. Bolu, my best friend, once teased that he wouldn’t be surprised if I leave in the middle of my vows to see a Chelsea match. He’s probably right though, but I’m not bothered because I am very sure he would have helped touched up the vows so he’ll tell the wife-to-be whatever is left to be said. *straight face* That exactly is how much I love soccer. Yet on this Saturday afternoon, I’m staring at my plasma screen but not at the players in blue, nor their opponents clad in red. Not at the tackles flying, nor at coaches yelling instructions from the sidelines. My heart is in another land, far from 22 men running after a […]

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Òrékelęwà (1)

The argument was intense, it lasted about 90 minutes, time I should have invested in the just concluded Chelsea match. This however was one topic very dear to my heart. Tayo had told me about his friend who cried because his babe threatened to leave him. Half interested, I answered with “how I go dey cry for babe when dem no dey do me”. I did not know I was lighting his fuse. I was surprised by his reaction. His temper flared and he started ranting, calling me names. Calming him down, I explained how I just could not imagine myself sulking over some babe. “I be sure boy nah, all these babes no worth make i pour water from my cup talk less of letting a tear roll down my cheek”. We had gone on and on, my opponent’s strong point being I never give room for love, so […]

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