Those born in the years of the Oduduwa nation, past Remember our collective histories Let our children’s children Forget not a minute, not an hour, not a blast. In that time capsule, years of modern-day slavery What will be the digital footprint, left behind? Would we misbehave or lave? Cleansing the soul in absentia. The madness of SWAGA, Lori irọ Lies weaved into dialects Aging souls, punctured with ọrọ, The iroko tree weeps in dryness. And when my Abiku comes calling, Lacerated and tarnished Let our descendants of worth See Oduduwa rise in their time. 5 Feb 2022 Yinka Adeyemi
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