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Echoing through the wooden emptiness
Like ripples on the face of an Osun tributary
The voice of wisdom cries out
Listen if you must, listen if you will,
It is the sound of Agidigbo
Only the wise can dance to its rhythm
None but an initiate can decipher its meaning
For its message must be cryptic, lest it be slighted
Regardless, the simple must listen
If you cannot dance to it or comprehend its message
Have you not ears?
Deadly destructive desolation follows ignoring the voice of Agidigbo
The gods are just and wise
They do not bring ruin before warning
Hence, heed the mouth piece of the gods
Lest Ogun visits your farming tools with metallic rust
And they become as brittle as dry grass
Before Oya floods your homes and marketplaces
And Sango strikes you in his fiery wrath
Before Esu bedevils you with all manners of falsehood and trickery
Agidigbo calls, the wooden drum of ancient, ageless wisdom beckons
Echoing through space and time
Like ripples on the face of an Osun tributary
Listen if you must, listen if you will
He who the gods will destroy, they first make deaf.

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