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AYOOLA!

Ayoola
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Our love is like the moral of “Alujanjankijan”
Where those who took heed never lost
So if we aim for love, let us aim for trust
And let us be not "Laipo" and the people of Ibadan.
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Jowo Ayoola — I've thread the path of our feelings
Seeking for pedigree in the land of Ajoji
I've longed for you in the market of Onikolobo
Where your wears are dyed with the shades of indigo
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Ayoola — The night you stayed, holding my arms
The moon beamed and a poem paired my heart
And Eye-Orin gladdened with the love we fond
And sang of us in her thousand songs.
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Ayoola — If my love for you was any
exceptional
The trees would line up to enchant your smile
And I will send pumpkins just for you to know
That for you I could thread on the path of Olu-igbo
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Ayoola — You're beautiful than any other thing
You're glamorous than the charms of Egbin
For when you winked in the city of Jos
Your beauty was seen in the town of Oke-Odan.
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Ayoola — It is hard to look away from you
Ask the bewitchment of Olokun
The day she starred with a revered gaze
She was strained to peered you with mermaid
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Ayoola — what I do is what I will duly say
Like how Kurunmi steered to his words in Ijaiye
So trust my words without been obscured
For an hunter do not distrust the gunshot
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"Jọwọ" Ayoola — love me without circumscription
For your love in me is influential enough
Love me like the leaves loves green colours
Love me for I enchant no other one.
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Ayoola — give me your love until there is nothing left
Like the Dahomeys surrendered all to Owu women
Give me everything I say everything!
For a love duly shared is fill with glee.
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Ayoola — two hills now separate our hearts
Like stairs separates Òkè Àarẹ and the dusky ground
So if by night you crave for me like the stars
Please don't forget me Ayoola.
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Ajanaku © 2017

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