The taste of coconut oil is on my lips
Sunset surf the evening wind
The cloud is blue, tree leaves green
The sand is warm, sea water cold
Up the skies, birds fly away happy
And on the beach crabs walk
Out on the sea, blue whales horn
Beauty is our tropical songs
For her lullaby play over the sea breeze

By Oke Iroegbu

Finance Graduate, Bibliophile and Bard of Ovim, his hometown. Read more at

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