Seven Seeds

Seven seeds and counting o
Seven seeds
Your love sweet pass the first bite
The first bite
Each one shine like polished stone
Polished stone
Seven seeds, na you o

Sweet o
Agbalumo
Sweet o
Agbalumo

Hawker tray for the market road
The fruits piled up like small suns
You teach me, roll am soft-soft
Between my palms, no dey rush
One taste sour small, you laugh
Say patience na the sweeter half
We chop the chewing gum part together
Talking with our mouths half full

Season no dey last
Na why e sweet
Season no dey last
Na why e sweet

Seven seeds and counting o
Seven seeds
Your love sweet pass the first bite
The first bite
Each one shine like polished stone
Polished stone
Seven seeds, na you o

You keep the seeds for windowsill
Say you go count our January
Seven seeds dey the window ledge
Like small trophies of us
March go come, the hawkers go vanish
You go vex like personal insult
I go find the last basket in town
Even if I drive reach Ibadan

Seven seeds line the window
Orange skin dey wait for the plate
Your thumb dey shine with the juice
You press am against my cheek, laughing
You wrap one seed inside tissue
Say next January, evidence

Seven seeds and counting o
Seven seeds
Your love sweet pass the first bite
The first bite
Each one shine like polished stone
Polished stone
Seven seeds, na you o
Na you o, na you o

Next January
Seven seeds