ALÁJÒÓTÀ Roll out gongs into the ears of Àyánwálé, to rip out the phantasm of drowsiness that perches on him I say: Roll out gongs into the ears of Àyánwálé; lift him like the wind does to the helpless leaf, and set his drums in motion for today's ritual! Àyánwálé, like the hunter fills his gun for the day's hunt, swearing to never miss his shot at any slothful antelope, let your drums spark my weary bones intto action! Like the fight between brutal bulls, punishing the earth in a frenzy violence, let them cause my legs to wrestle with the earth! Ayánwálé, roll out drums into my buttocks, and let them shed the pains that have heaped on my body from the day's toil! I say: roll out drums into my buttocks, and let me dance the dance of the mother hen in her roosting shed, gyrating her body to the distance sound of ìyáàlù! Let me dance the dance of the happy monkey, twacking his chest to th...