Ajoke, daughter of moremi,
Beauty is a predicament in your lineage,
Your beauty bring out star at night,
Stars even told the Wisemen about it.

The beauty that runs in your blood,
Mama kola makes a lot of profit at dawn,
When men gathered to drink and speak of
Your beauty.
Each making a bet to have you.


Ajoke, your ęwa(beauty)  is angelic,
Your tiny voice is mellific,
Your dimples is intoxicatic,
Your ostrich legs so charismatic.

But your beauty is delusive,
Think not that a derisive,
I must be Ilucinating!
Stop appearing in my dreams,
Come to my reality!

Time and space against us,
We lost friction that hold us,
Like salt that lost its taste,
Our emotions decline in haste,
Lucifer was casted down,
Just like my emotion drown,
I groan in my heart,
I cried and my tear filled the earth,
My tears wet ***** and Gomorrah
So they bring out fresh flowers,
Good bye love in farewell,
Move on and be well.

Hoping to get to the volcano over there,
The volcano of truth!
The Mariners at work
And merry unceased,
I also fell in love in the middle of Titanic.


The crew seem not to worry,
But our creel fell!
We still aim at the verdant volcano,
A strange movement of sharks,
The vultures be the losers?
Then a sudden movement of wind,
The Mariners and master unrest,
Tabled emptied of hands,
Only left with cup of beers,
Time for valedictory speech!

The tempest against our nation,
Fighting our culture,
The volcano in our fantasy,
The truth that is afraid to show forth,
So we died In failure!

The low oriented ones,
The visionless bones,
Ignorant to every innovation of life,
They are ordinary with foolish as a wife.

They with no self esteem,
Their future ugly and dim,
They always to be there,
But no one cares!

Tear drops full up basket,
They wish to be high like rocket,
they  lost hope and liberty,
They can't face reality!

Father I want to you something rare,
No father!  Not the beauty I beheld yesterday,
Nor the sweetness of her lips,
Father not the dexterous touch of her hips,
Listen father, please care,
Father I had a nightmare,
Not a masquerade chasing me,
Look my mouth! No sign of amala!
Father out you should hear me.

Father it's my homeland,
The land of my forefathers,
She was helpless,
Couldn't find help, not even by
Our Fathers,
She  restless and careless.
Father my County is dying!
And moses shook his head In disapproval,
Father you are the country.

Like cautious mellipede
I walk,
Not daunted to touch the best,
But this land is slippery.

Like fastidious Hunter
I walk,
Not Falling into the ambush I laid
For antelopes,
Because the land is slippery.

Like a cautious blind old man
I walk,
Not letting go of my rod like Moses,
Because the land is slippery.

I walk in the night like night,
On watch like a king's Knight,
Because the land is slippery.

Alluring in nature,
Appalling in culture,
Vast in knowledge,
What a rare privilege!

Rapid in growth,
Seem to have kept to that oath,
An island for cultures,
And food for vultures.

The leg that walk us home
Forgot our treasures in Rome,
The second chance that
Begins at the third,
Rose again from mud.

A place away not beyond,
Proud to be called home,
Now there seems to be a lot to go,
My country,
So we cross the boundary.