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OLUPONNA; MY LAND AND TERRAIN

OLUPONNA: MY LAND AND TERRAIN. Oh my mother land; wealthy in soil To my grip held so highten; not soiled So cultured and nurtured in legendary To a land whose worth is never lost in form Will I soon be so held up in apostasy ? To forget thine beautiful terrains and slopes The contour rich in overview than none has Welcome to her broad-day light of sparklings I told my mama not to let go Cuddle me more, on the vent To thy bossom full of blooms Heartily warmth in thee to survive She had her emotion to train Let go her feelings to take over Off the truck! Gone to the village Then in despair of holding my heartaches Even number to parity, a space of oddlines Oddity easily known, hers was agility signified Onus laid on her was to make a legacy to trail And that she heartily did, her type' s rare in millions Oh my memory not vague in rust Get a sit, don't entertain a rush So I'll paint her image on this crust That her good deed be linked to her cross On the furrow of the farmlands set miles away To Olomu; the archives of the tons of products To Odanla; the gazetters of hazels and expectants What have you got to offer to myriads of waiters? Oh Yeah! To the arsenal of thy strength And the fort of thy fortress in strength! The eulogy which is second to none The artillery and the fighters of war Omo olofa mojo, omo ola nlomi "abisu jooko" Ijakadi loro offa, ija peki abe owula, biko base Oju ebe lofa; a soju poro loko, iba soju oloko iba lawon, O soju agunmona l'Offa, o soju agbele yarara. In the centre of thine beauty Romance of taste in cultural reality Oh come to ojude Oba, gladen thine heart In the rhymes of beat on the path of gongs Moon smiles to her heart, on a meadow As her breast full of milk smile from window Even if her men were waned, they'd join the lyrical Oh a taste of memory s would never have! God bless Nigeria to a united stand Bless her, let my motherland blossoms As gold flows her ways, let myrrhs and Frankincense meet all her daily need (Amen) Excerpt: Descriptive Poetic rendition . A loving memory of good old days, from farm to School. Tis so beautiful to relive good memories. (In happy memory of my mother; Aderinola Taiwo)

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