By Olajide Ojedokun

The gentle night's
The voiceless street's
The silent whisper's
The horror linger's
Tip toeing down the road
For the fear is now unfold
Thou great shitta
Which dance's with an alluring beauty in the glory of the night
Like an Eagle gliding care freely down the sky
How thou had coward into your cave
Before the beast whose name on every lips is now engraved

The bitter gospel
The tummy rumble
The growing grumble
The mighty humbled
Who could have thought
You would be tamed
By the mad and mighty Taju
Taju the tormentor
Taju the dictator
Taju the big boss
Taju the hot shot
Into the streets
He scatters his brats
Like an army of sperm scattered into an ovary
Salute the maker
If a day goes by without the shaker
For the palm wine in his calabash has gone thicker
And upon u shall he vent his anger

The pounding heart
The looming fear
The gnashing teeth
The praying lips
The night is now upon you
With its entourage of beauty
And splendor
A voice tells you to stay
The other say's nay
You look around you
It doesn't scare you
Hmmm
Run shitta
Brother Taju is coming.