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You said I have lost the juice
Looked at me and said, 'you ain't got no mojo, I deduce'
Told me my once mighty pen 'don' turned into a moose
Said my poems can turn no captives loose
Told me the hustle 'don' turned me into a literary recluse
Said all fertilizing words from God cannot get me to reproduce
Then, told me that you saw me and mediocrity making a truce.

Understand this:
Bashorun's pen still got the sauce
The spirit of life giving it a blinding gloss
The ink still delivers a decimating loss
So don't believe it is rendered useless by sin's dross
For it bathes daily at the fountain near calvary's cross
In the city where the savior sits on the throne as the eternal boss.

Beeni,
Mo lo, mo tun pada de.
Afi bi agbo to tadi seyin.

Indeed, I left but still returned.
Like that angry ram that stepped back a bit.

For He that sent me never bade me to stop.
And He that gave me this beautiful feet also gave a terribly strong Aba-made shoe to run always.
#Bashorun
#Isaiah50:4