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Mojọla

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Dimpled smile of a hundred megawatt
Electrocuted on the spot
Preternatural energy coursing through me
Who is this ebony beauty?

Tall, dark and beautiful
Moving like a fine maiden that she is
Bringing out the gentleman in me
"Fair maiden, What are you called by?" I asked

I go by many names
As befit a Yorùbá princess such as I
Mojọla says I'm covered.
Mojọlaoluwa says I'm covered by the glory,
blessing, favor, glory and the love of God Almighty.

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