Tonight:



Ayangbade
       Omo
Ayangbola,
The rudiments of ilu Agidigbo lies beneath your palm
When Alapa kankangun striked the iya ilu
And Ayangalu praised bata with his talking drum.

To the lying echoes hiding under the umbrella of silence
To the Aromolekun,who clipped his son's mouth with breast
To the Arinkajabata,who heads home with his brain and not his sight.

To the paraga woman,who locks her
debtor who violently pull her hair off
To all thrift collectors,who awaits the ending of the month.

To babalaje,mamaloja
Alagbe and oludarin
Dancers and alabarin
Dasofunjo and alagbaro.

Tell anyone you know,that tonight is the night of "Olubanire omo ore".
I really love you guys,
Do not worry much about tomorrow
Believe me,tomorrow is good
Do not doubt tonight,
It's gonna be a memorable one......
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