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Babatunde Raimi Apr 2020
If Ondo is used for settlers
And Ogun is a river
Tell me about Oyo, an empire

You mispell Gwosh as Jos
Recognised Sokoto, a market
Far away from Osun, a river

Lakes is to Lagos
As Kogin is to Kogi
And Kebbi is synonymous to Ka'abba

Janzama, women power inspired Katsina
But Kano was a Blacksmith
While Kaduna means Crocodile

The people of the golden soils of Jigawa
To the river Imo Mmiri
They don't speak Gombe at all

Take me to the hills of "Enu Ugwu"
Following the hills in "Okiti"
Without navigating through Iduu

All Ebonyi are "Aboine"
Close the Delta that marries the atlantic
And Oyono, makes you Cross River

Don't say Benue, say "Binuwe"
Balga, Yelga, Salga formed Bayelsa
And I love Kasashen Bauchi

"Anyim Oma Mbala kwenu!"
But I love ladies from "Kwa Iboe"
Only legends understands this

Tell them I told you
Adamawa is a warrior
While Abia is a coinage

If I missed your state
Go back to the history books
This is just a drill...
Hasley  Dec 2018
MBAMTO (Queen)
Hasley Dec 2018
Clothe me in your arms and chew my words like a bubble gum wobbles at the mercy of your dentals
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Play me a rhythm and watch my feet twist to the magic of an African goat skin wrapped on artistically crafted wooden cylinder
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Dear future wife, judge not the sins I hip like the pyramids of the great sokoto caliphate hidden beneath my pseudo royal regalia
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I was born free yet adulthood preen the shackles of my forefathers crime deep to the pinnacle of my excellence.
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Pardon my unfaithful bruises and i vow not to fall again if you be my shadow,
If you teach me and I promise not to forget,
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Just as creation owes visit to the great beyond "death", I owe you a kiss for the love you offered, an apology for the wrongs I couldn't avoid
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Judge not the wounds you see, nor the scars I hide; for each has its story,
Just as we will have a lullaby for our babies, lets set pace for our future
MBAMTO.

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