The footprints of hasty heels and tires,
Plastered on the fluffy dunes on the roads,
Passengers clicked their tongues in disgust,
As they danced to the harm-ony of bumpy rides.

The sleepers keep watch over the cities,
Sprinkling slumber to the sunken eyes of farmers,
Awaiting harvest after a drought.

Agba ko si loja( The elders are absent from the...