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No going back We will defend our pride Our heritage Our fatherland Not with guns, powder nor machetes Not with armoured carriers But with powers ancestral We will visit Egungun Oya The god of divination We will invoke Mawu The god of the Sun and Moon Have you heard about Babalu aiye? The god of infectious diseases Let the games begin Omoluabi oooo! Omoluabi oh!! "Bo ba d'ogun; ko d'ogun" Where is Sango, the god of thunder? "Gunugu ni oruko, ti an pe Ifa?" "Okalamagbo ni oruko ti an pe awon Iya oshoronga" "Abiamo ki gbo ekun omo re", "Ki o ma ta si were" "Oya, Amotekun oooo" When the walls of Jericho fell How many bullets were shot? They stood on their father's faith How was Judah and Jerusalem taken? The red sea parted by the word We too, shall speak the word But now, the words our Ancestors When the centre can no longer hold Surely, things will fall apart "Omo Yoruba, ronu" Enough! No longer shall our lands be desecreted Cast the cowries in the calabash Let us inquire of our gods Shall we pursue and reclaim? Ready, set, "Amotekun dee" Babatunde Raimi Author/Life Coach/Poet 08178827380 & 08035063895
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Jan 15, 2020
Jan 15, 2020 at 4:05 PM UTC
Amotekun
No going back We will defend our pride Our heritage Our fatherland Not with guns, powder nor machetes Not with armoured carriers But with powers ancestral We will visit Egungun Oya The god of divination We will invoke Mawu The god of the Sun and Moon Have you heard about Babalu aiye? The god of infectious diseases Let the games begin Omoluabi oooo! Omoluabi oh!! "Bo ba d'ogun; ko d'ogun" Where is Sango, the god of thunder? "Gunugu ni oruko, ti an pe Ifa?" "Okalamagbo ni oruko ti an pe awon Iya oshoronga" "Abiamo ki gbo ekun omo re", "Ki o ma ta si were" "Oya, Amotekun oooo" When the walls of Jericho fell How many bullets were shot? They stood on their father's faith How was Judah and Jerusalem taken? The red sea parted by the word We too, shall speak the word But now, the words our Ancestors When the centre can no longer hold Surely, things will fall apart "Omo Yoruba, ronu" Enough! No longer shall our lands be desecreted Cast the cowries in the calabash Let us inquire of our gods Shall we pursue and reclaim? Ready, set, "Amotekun dee" Babatunde Raimi Author/Life Coach/Poet 08178827380 & 08035063895
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gentlebabs
Jan 15, 2020
Jan 15, 2020 at 4:05 PM UTC
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