The majestic crow of a proud cockerel reminding the sun of its time to rise blows, and with it, the smell of the dry earth yearning to quench its throat carried by the chilly winds that precede the fall of rain made naturally intense by the authoritative voice of thunder, sails waveringly on harmonised twittering of morning birds from the tree tops across the house, gently fades in synchrony to spiritual hummings of the children of Dahomey and Yeʋe Shrines in this spoken-word piece, KOKO BLI KO by @megborna
In the 2 minutes, 37 seconds spoken word, @megborna’s silver chill voice is awakened to the beating of summoning war drums of the Eʋeawo, fading loosely to the jingling foley of chains, the oceans and winds. Produced in a distant time of self-discovery and an attempted conscious awakening of the self, KOKO BLO KO is one of Megborna’s early works of playing with sounds and foley in telling vivid audible stories that captures the mind of the eye through the listener's perception of mental imagery. But there is a twist, though audio-based, in KOKO BLI KO, you will feel the breeze of goosebumps all over you, an intense hovering of Eʋe spirituality and narratives as this spoken word ends with a fading dry burnt-out voice of the artist.

KOKO BLI KO; lã fɔ za menoa tsiblublu O!
KOKO BLI KO; nyemedoanu dzo, dɔ alɔ le gbɔ O!
It is produced by @3nity_gh with a bit of meddling from @zagunor