The deity that needs no palm oil.
The pillar moulded without no soil.
The heiress of Ileke,
Her sacrifices are nothing compared to thousands of Ileke.
The one who doesn’t condemn her child;
When the world sees a shild,
She tells ’em, leave am.
Monkey no fine, ‘im mama like am (pidgin).
She could have easily bought clothes:
Wrappers, blouses, gowns, and coats.
But she chose to have two.
So, her children can look good too.
…”Black and Shine”…
…”Fresh and Fine”…
Are comments from foes and friends.
But no one cares about the one who fends.
Abiyamo,
Ku oro omo…
Ani e ba mi ki iya mi
The one who back and fed me
After a balanced 3-square meal,
We still cry a great deal.
Craving for biscuits and sweets,
Unbothered about mama wey never eat (pidgin).
Her children’s education is a must,
Even if she has to pass through the worst.
Her favourite words are classical.
“Te mi o ba ka, eyin gbodo ka”
Certainly, orisa biya kosi
Eni ti o she bi iya mi ko si
Iya mi owon,
May Eledumare ba mi ke o
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