Best Oba Poems

On my death bed, 
I will shake the warm hands of death
Like a revered ofo-title holder. 
Clutch him in warm embrace. 
For his cold hands are for the 
Lovers of his hate: life. 

On my death bed, 
I will thrust open my arms
like a cuddle-expectant...

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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...

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