The edges of a drum are laced with beats,
Tell the drummer to beat even if he sees no dancer at sight,
Ah! The thunder can clap but won't grow a seed,
Let the chaos of a rumbling stomach bring tranquilty down below,
Enough is enough of wanting enough,
Change is beating it sound of love,
And there is no genuine dancer at sight
Eeeeiiii, who will dance?

I am Adediwura Adedamola Samuel, I am your host on Kutuje Series.

The night light has shone the best in the sleep of kutuje. Can one eat the food along with plate? No matter the offense, we forgive the plate after all it is from it we eat. Oh the daybreak is upon the people of Kutuje. What will love do? Hide in the dark or shine in the truth of the day. Something different needs a ginger to effect essence. Hmm, Aremo must have seen the night light, he intends to shine in the day as the dead are now awake.