For Seun

Yours is the most difficult name

For a foreign tongue to digest and spill out

And when they distort the glory in you name

Favouring the lacklustre taste of

Sean, Shey, Shoon, Seb, Si …

Remind them that


We Thank God.

We Thank God

Our tongue refuses to be whipped into shape

Even when distant

An ocean away from home,

Wavering in whispers amongst foreign peoples

It will never succumb to captivity


We Thank God

That we Yorubas

Call out at our futures

We were never created for an unrefined palate to digest.