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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)
Copyright ©
Taiwo Temitope Philip
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