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Ibadan, We shall again




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
There will be light in our streets
Every map of Ibadan shall be a beauty
Twenty will bring plenty for us to rejoice



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