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We shall again make it beyond their dreams Beyond the heights our fathers can not see We shall tread forth pass the hills of Mapo And cross through the village reality of Bodija Once again, strength shall full our bone to brim In our hearts, we will be full of what feat to conquer There would be no stars at night shone better than ours And no houses as tall in the city, we will build We shall once again make into that promise With smart labour to combat our smart age Our crops shall once again be in abundance With glory lifted for every eyes to marvel Once again, all bliss shall encompass our estate Every hub of Ibadan shall be a remix of Bata dance In our traditional dance, all nation taste And Mokola will dance the dance of the ancestors We shall once again make the head right For the dead head causes death to the body With love we turn mud to gold We shall again work in the footsteps of time Once gain, as we approach a time of ‘twenty Th

I was there when Oludumare Sent Obatala on a journey to this planet I heard those echoes of words spoken And moved with the words of creation Obatala, dressed in supreme white Moulded and Oludumare blessed with breath My ancestors lived, but I existed I was a sparkle in the sword of Ogun The god of all metals All metals obeyed him with annealing fear And my ancestor worshipped in despair I was fire in the mouth of Sango, The god of thunder strike At the Alaafin, I watched as eyes spark and flicker And Sango in an unfair mountain fury   Smote his antagonist I watched as god turned to mortal, Oba Koso. I was the distinct beauty of Oya god of rebirth; who in annoyance Turned the clayey land to a river Niger And Osun; heart-broken dissolved to rivers of waters To heal, to revive and give woman, children Yemoga in blazing boastfulness Proved to be mother of waters Nurtured the best of waters for babies and female I was