EREBE NIGHT By: Apeke

Interlude: Lálé erebe
Erebe lálé 2x
Ohun ojú mi mari o
Baba ò gbodò gbo o
Mama ò gbodò o
Lálé erebe ,erebe Lálé.

It's erebe night
Let the bell rolls
Let the orchestra beats slowly
Let the light man puts on the blue light
As ariya hugs the atmosphere
Let the Apon step up
For a tango with the omidan
Ere sèsè bèèrè...

It's Erebe night
The love circle
The drama under the orombo tree
Becomes a reality
As Ajani kisses Asake
Covert to Baba and mama Asake
Love showers upon both
Like a morning dew...
Hmmm! Ajani with his hidden agenda
Continues to grab Asake
with the lyrics of òló mi jòwó ooo.....

It's Erebe night
Light fades
Darkness abounds
Birds asleep in their nest
Can I still go home, Ajani?

......it's already late,Asake
I can't let you go....

Erebe night is over
Èrèbè continues
As tempting mosquitoes disturb Asake
The only option is Ajani's net....

Hmmmm!.
They sleep...........
They love....

Ajani sees and feels the unseen
The future becomes a present
Pleasure becomes pressure
Asake laments......
Can I say what my eyes have seen at Erebe night?

Lálé erebe,èrèbè lálé
Ohun ojú mi marí o
Baba o gbodò gbo
Mama o gbodò gbo ooo
Lálé erebe, erebe lálé....

©Apeke

Artwork by: Clement Mmaduako Nwafor
Titled: In the Mood

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