IGA IDUNGANRAN
By Akeem Lasisi
Iga Idunganran,
I may not know how water got into the coconut pot
But I know the tap root of your uncommon name:
Like the white pap pouring out of a black pot,
Iga Idunganran,
You are a palace erected on a pepper farm!
Monument of secular history: Built by natives, rebuilt by aliens
Every Crown that has inhabited you
Has added his bit to your iconic mould.
Iga Idunganran
Where our king wears a crown of gold
His bead is diamond, his shoes are pearls
His staff, a long artefact of silvery splash.
Iga Idunganran
Because a land of waters is destined for wealth,
Every Monday morning
From this ageless palace
The Lagoon carries blessings to the market square.
