A Dance of No Tune

Twisting up my body emboldened Hyping my spirit to Planet 9 Thrusting gently my soul to an off beat Jerking up my feet in no fete Throwing hands in the air Moving my carcass to an unheard hurly-burly Heaping up dance on my hips Humming to a tune of no name Shaking ones head like an Agama. Until my Fibula was aching I became hyper-active For what, I queried myself? For a dance of no tune Indeed a Fandango only of the Spaniard. This time in Samonda, Ibadan. In my quest to situate the 46 years Independence Anniversary of Nigeria. We are dancing to no tune in particular.