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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 ...

Love is what I see in your eyes, the perfect beauty radiating from those gorgeous globes, and for many seconds I cannot see anything else for all I see is the world you are.   Love is all I feel, that pleasant moments spent together in splendor every night at the park, feelings that makes time and life precious with you and horrible without you. Love is all I hear every time you call those soft words out of that mouth, they are enchanting and I could only pray you say them forever. Those words give me strength to carry on. Love is what I touch in the grips of your palm, that special touch that heals me inside and makes me better than I was. A miracles happens whenever you touch me Love is the picture I hold in front of me; I stare at this all day to see a bright tomorrow in it. It occurs to me each time that you are not part of my future, you are my future.