I have seen a basket fetch water
From lakes, streams and rivers.
I have seen a piece of fabric
Once in a flat and tiny box
Danced unaided like the winds
Rising from an ancestral spine;
Taping the spiritual energies of life,
By the sounds of an African drum.
Unspeakably, like the leaven of a yeast
It rises strong like a bunch of bamboos
Patterns are the orders of the world
But I fail to unravel a masquerade logic
So, come and see for yourselves
A piece of cloth and body of the gods
The gods of the land, you called dead
Sensationally, rising from lifelessness
To reclaim the heights from the roofs
Tallish Iroko tree and layers in the skies,
Come and see the famous Ebu wonder
As it dances and grows taller than trees.