Cudjoe

 How you waited for the day

where you could see the sun rising across the Bight of Benin

oh Cudjoe the fear and dread

of the fateful day, where the women of Dahomey captured and sole you

wrenching you from your sourc

remained a torment till your death.

Oh Cudjoe, your life was spent in limbo

in a place you did not understand

in life, you did not wish to have

everything was in expectation of going home.

You wore the clothes that were not yours

you bore a name that was not yours

Cudoe, in death, you were reunited 

and your mother would call you olu...and you would run with your three brothers and two sisters to feel your mother's warmth.