Olorunleke Olorode olorode kehinde

Each day of life
Our minds are set to get that which brings joy to the heart
Not that which had been from birth of the earth in Eden
Created free to explore the love of a father
Whose breath the dust is made to live

A glory laid in cum the generational growth
Bond in gene which cannot be laid to waste
Not as one in our world that thorn is mixed with wield
A question left to ask from mothers

How pleased my heart is to whose cum my birth is made
So tender in heart
Yet his words shake the earth
As all will be in awe when temperament close his eyes

Yet in no time calls back to pet
What a man in the fullness of a virtuous woman
Though no sooner to his birth than the father kicks the bucket
But grows in the thick and thorn of life

It is not surprising you're Samson
Not one whose fall did laid by a maid
But one whose heart is made of gold and good mother
A teacher, prayer warrior, mentor, friend and all one would say to be a great companion
Omolofa mojo

Olalomi omoabisujoruko
Ijakadi katakiti loreofa
Ijakan jakan tiwon jalofa

Won losoju Tani
Wonlosoju poroninu oko
Ibasoju oloko, ibalawon

Omopinre, laare
Okan kogbodo jokan
Tokan gbajokan
Ijanidaa, laare

No wonder your heart is the key to peace
As no grudge is laid in it
Hear me well oh good mother in the skin of man
Fear not and never be dismayed
For the time of harvest is now
That your heart leap for joy
Not as thieves awaiting the day of harvest
Your harvesting is till the end of age.

OCTOBER FIRST


Thinking of the bay that daily gushes
From our ray on this lengthy voyage.
This at first wasn't envisaged to be created,
For our calculator has failed us in haste.

Yes in haste it did.
Despite the mountains of conferences and alutas,
Which have taken ocean from our skin
In smart cerebral, they lay us still in their cave.

Not that warning hasn't been placed on us.
Yet in anticipation for liberation, our drums made close.
Ominira inira, ominira inira.
Was the statement that could have stopped us.

In falling prey of their menace.
October first I hail you and celebrate your wisdom.
Through ages and generations we shall sing your praise.
How have you come to burden our necks?

A blessing or curse we can’t say you are.
Oh you're blessing in realization of our foolishness.
Thank you for making us to know our doom.
Fetus wey come out with pupu no go be person.

Na blood dem go be if dem no wait for their period.
To hell with those that have made this call for us.
Not for our good, but for their belly in praise.
We sing their praise, yes we will daily sing.

That no sooner than their masters left,
That their missions clearly known.
The essence of reformation was laid to rest.
After the birth of Olobiri our glory slain.

Now like handicaps we depend on our neighbours.
Yes we're handicaps, yet in wealth our loan daily grows.
Greatly dear divine
On you our hope and the generations to come do rely.
You own the heart of kings and chiefs
And control same to your satisfaction.

We pray you touch our hearts and our leaders.
For in this lane we're, our Jesus may come soon.
Make for us leaders that will obey you.
Not as those in 2015 that deceit is their clothes.

Hope we thought they'd give but blames till through.
We've done this, yes we've done it.
Aso ko ba omoye mo, omoye ti rin ihoho woja.
We have done this, we know our wrong
Our hope is in for total liberation from this slavery
Before we become the Samaria of this generation.