ABIKU by J.P Clarke

Coming and going these several seasons, 
Do stay out of the baobab tree, 
Follow where you please your kindred spirits,

ABIKU by Wole Soyinka

In vain your bangles cast,
Charmed circles at my feet; 
I am Abiku, calling for the first,
And the repeated time.

Must I weep for goats and cowries,
For palm oil and the sprinkled ash? 
Yams do not sprout in amulets,
To earth Abiku's limbs.