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Vibes and Jollof
Kayeon Onyeka
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Recipe to attend a Nigerian party
One
You don't necessarily need an invite
Just know someone that knows someone that Knows someone
If you don't, raise your head
And walk in like a moving bag of money
Two
Sha just dress well
We want pictures for the gram
Native wear, or Formal
But wear Something that doesn't have the color
Of your depression or your corpse
How else will The party song pass through you
Three
Now Choose a good seat
And if they start sharing rice from your table
You've made it in Life
Cos you don't want to be the only one on a table of four
Who doesn't get a jollof rice
Your heartbeat fit rise
Cos what is owambe without party rice
Four
Watch how the music comes to you
Lyrics, drums, gbedu
See the dramatic people
The Ones who can not stay seated in the presence of good music
See them dance
Borrow Their happiness even if for one moment
Don't settle for gagging yourself
This is not a time or place for dying
There's time for one more song
So push your tongue out of a Mouth that buries it's own voice
And hail, hail the dancing man, or the child doing Legwork
Scream
You don't need alcohol to be wild
There is already madness inside you
Five
You should know that There will be babes glowing
As though the sun lives under their Skin
And guys groomed as though they were created
With only money and good vibes
These people will mingle between eye contacts
Dance floor and phone numbers
Six
You will notice the homies, the real invitees
Their asoebi and matching outfits
I said You Will know homies cos they usually
Unwrap each other with how far
This could mean anything and everything
It's an everyday language yet an inside code
Like how far could Mean
How are you
You look good
Where have you been
Did you make it out of that Town alive
Do you hear me
Why do you want to kill yourself
How far
Seven
Again, just go with the gbedu as your friends hail you
Give it your all knowing that the Music will eventually stop
So that when the music stops whatever that means to you
May be a dead body
May be a sack letter
May be a break up
When the music stops
You'll say I rocked this world
Eight
If you Sha get money, you fit go spray o
I think throwing cash in the air
May be a Revenge for people
Wey money Don suffer for this life
Like making it rain
As vengeance For all the rainy days
If you no get, sha no do pass yourself
Nine
Some times people fit collect extra rice inside nylon
Turn coke inside bottled water Container
And still do take away
Ten
Watch the party die
The steps wobbling
The sweat drying
The DJ slumbering
The chairs
People leaving
Make up fading
The fire dying
And remember that life is in moments
You can't Always have it turned on
But you can be your own switch
Now you know the recipe
When you get home
Be your own party
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