Ololade mi is from the South West
A descendant of Oduduwa from the Yoruba cradle Ile Ife.
Ololade is owambe personified
Amala, ewedu and gbegiri a gourmet of choice.
Ololade mi is adorned on her facewith tribal incisions
Ololade mi is from Modakeke, in Osun State
My angel here on earth, my sugarcane,
The one who lifts me high like the aeroplane,
The one whose milk nurtured me from infant,
If I could give you the world I'd do that in an instant;
The one who endures sleepless nights amid my cries,
Special one that prepares me "Amala" lofliest than fries.
The whom upon whose back I rode as a toddler,
I would protect you all times more than a soldier;
My angel who starves so I can eat,
Who plays all times that I may never suffer defeat.
She who carries me in her womb for 9 months,
In my heart thy name is written in the boldest fonts;
The one who protects me lovingly like a mother hen,
"Aduke" who remains the inspiration of my pen.
The coaçh behind my poetic creativity,
Mama that taught me virtues of generosity.
```THE SOFT FOOD```
With your sweet fragrance you flooded my mouth
Your succulence is something I look forward to feeling every day
My hunger you satisfy every blessed day
Although the process of getting you is not easy
Except one wants you like the hair of Mr Eazi
Coming with you is your highly rich in protein juice
Sucking it passionately is a must
For it is the lubricant which makes journey down the hill smooth
Which makes you more delicious to consume
Dear Amala, your combination with your juice (ewédú) is the best combination
That is capable of winning every war against hunger
Keep satisfying us in our community
And we will not stop consuming you with passion
ABSOL
The westerners eat Amala and Ewedu
We eat Akpo and Ofe Nsala
They dance Juju and Apala
We dance bongo and atilogwu the beat of life.
T^he Northerners speaks hausa whilst we speak igbo
They married with no bride price and dowry
But we marry with bride price and huge dowry.
Cut the man"s hair low, short to remind him That
Marriage is never a bed of roses therefore he must look
After our pride, princess, prestigious priceless pretty queen
Who must painstakingly bear his name abandoning her
Humble background and journey with him amidst roses and bullets.
They wear buba and agbada in an architectural design
Darshiki from the north domain whilst we wear Ukwu george
They plate shoku, koroba and kpatawo and make beads round their neck
Igbo speak, yoruba frown, hausa dance, itskiri watch
Kanuri laugh, Ebira smile, Nupe point, Tiv demonstrate Fulani pick.
Idoma cry, Awori cry, Efik console, Ibibio comfort
Yet Unity we stand despite the cultural diversity.
One for all, all for one, we stand.
Bound to the humble land in hundred fold
Relevant is our culture and tradition
In defend shall we die and perish for our
Precious country.