By David Odiase
Before tongues were,
I was.
A deity descending from the void,
A monument carved from thickets of silence.
Before teeth and lips conjured vowels and diphthongs,
I spoke,
As Voice; As being In that small hut of creation,
Where the Orisa made fate, I was an hourglass - the eldest relative of time.
I was the first orator, the Akobi of all languages,
I was the ensemble:
Ìyá-ìlù,
Kẹríkẹrì,
Gángan,
Omele Ìṣájú,
Omele Atèlé
Gúdúgúdú.
Gúdúgúdú kan! Ìyá Ìlú kan! (X3)
……in whose gyrations, Edumare made the planets move,
I was and am, the eternal DunDun dance that is divinity,
The muse for why Obatala made footsteps.
I was and am, Àyàn Àgalú
A deity descending from the void,
The matriarch mother of music,
Handed down to mankind,
Custodian of heritage
Come listen to the genealogies of kingdoms drummed into my hide,
I was…