Omo-Ekun!: A Call To Glory (1)
"Omo-Ekun!: A Call To Glory" (1)
She is her as she is her
She is I as I am her
She is them as they are her
They are us as we are them
And we are the voice, their voice.
As they were the voice, our voice.
Our sense of history is who we are
Land of nature's birth: Alkebulan
The land of wealth
One land, several kingdoms,
Countless kings, numberless queens.
All powerful, none no less.
Not one greater or lesser
Each mighty, no less.
Our sense of history is who we are
But they forgot who they are, who we are.
We forgot who we were, who we are.
And so the brothers opened our doors,
And their arms to evil.
The evil which bedeviled our lands
And so greed ruled them
With their own hands they desecrated our home;
Sold us, defiled the temple in women.
No boy too small, no girl too young, nor a woman too old.
On they went defiling our temples
So, she pays, I pay, you pay;
We pay for their evil.
Years gone, centuries rolled by;
The evil lingers.
Still she pays, we pay.
Too much flesh there;
Oh, not enough flesh there,
She was told.
She tried to speak;
Ugly face like yours should make no sound,
She was told.
She is her as she is her
She is I as I am her
She is them as they are her
They are us as we are them
What is her crime?
Big-Cat lineage they could never break;
Spiritual DNA they could never dilute,
unusual magnificence, is her crime.
Did she cry? Cry she did.
Whilst she crouched in agony;
She heard whispers, "Omo-Ekun".
Up she looked, and about, but saw no one.
Cry on she did.
Again she heard, "Omo-Ekun".
Then she knew; it was her,
It was her they called to.
It must be them, their voice.
The ancestors: Oduduwa; Olofin Adimula, atewonro.
Moremi Ajasoro, Orompotoniyun Ajiun.
Esho Ikoyi; the calvary.
Amina Zazzau, Idia Iyoba Benin, N’Nonmiton Dahomey Amazons, Aare Afonja, Aare Ona Kakanfo Obadoke Latoosa, Balogun Ajayi Ogboriefon.
Nwanyeruwa of Ogu Umunwanyi Ekong Iban, Funmilayo Lioness of Lisabi....
She is her as she is her
She is I as I am her
She is them as they are her
They are us as we are them
And we are the voice, their voice.
As they were the voice, our voice.
Our sense of history is who we are
Land of nature's birth: Alkebulan
The land of wealth
One land, several kingdoms,
Countless kings, numberless queens.
All powerful, none no less.
Not one greater or lesser
Each mighty, no less.
Our sense of history is who we are
But they forgot who they are, who we are.
We forgot who we were, who we are.
And so the brothers opened our doors,
And their arms to evil.
The evil which bedeviled our lands
And so greed ruled them
With their own hands they desecrated our home;
Sold us, defiled the temple in women.
No boy too small, no girl too young, nor a woman too old.
On they went defiling our temples
So, she pays, I pay, you pay;
We pay for their evil.
Years gone, centuries rolled by;
The evil lingers.
Still she pays, we pay.
Too much flesh there;
Oh, not enough flesh there,
She was told.
She tried to speak;
Ugly face like yours should make no sound,
She was told.
She is her as she is her
She is I as I am her
She is them as they are her
They are us as we are them
What is her crime?
Big-Cat lineage they could never break;
Spiritual DNA they could never dilute,
unusual magnificence, is her crime.
Did she cry? Cry she did.
Whilst she crouched in agony;
She heard whispers, "Omo-Ekun".
Up she looked, and about, but saw no one.
Cry on she did.
Again she heard, "Omo-Ekun".
Then she knew; it was her,
It was her they called to.
It must be them, their voice.
The ancestors: Oduduwa; Olofin Adimula, atewonro.
Moremi Ajasoro, Orompotoniyun Ajiun.
Esho Ikoyi; the calvary.
Amina Zazzau, Idia Iyoba Benin, N’Nonmiton Dahomey Amazons, Aare Afonja, Aare Ona Kakanfo Obadoke Latoosa, Balogun Ajayi Ogboriefon.
Nwanyeruwa of Ogu Umunwanyi Ekong Iban, Funmilayo Lioness of Lisabi....
A conscious awakening. We need more of this for the folks' mental emancipation.
ReplyDeleteGreat one, Imani.
Thank you for your inspiring feedback!
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