A Breviloquent Eulogy Of The Ancient City Of OYO - Ajala AbdulBasit Olanrewaju

Here is a brilliant eulogy of Oyo town written by a young and intelligent son of the soil, Ajala AbdulBasit Olanrewaju. 

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OYO : The ancient city of old. The cradle of Yoruba land. The land of custom and tradition. Where orders emanate for Oduduwa descendants to follow.

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OYO : Whose king inherits the land, water and hill. Oh! The water, hill and its entirety, stand at the prerogative of his royal majesty, the father of all kings. 

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OYO : Many yearn to know where you are; some are guest for what you entail ; others gush like flowing water to taste from thy solemn peace. 

OYO : Where sekere talks loud and clear, where drum speaks like man, where trumpet engines in man all to remind the earth of its origin. 

OYO : My beloved city. How can I forget thy, when the blood in me keeps on singing of thy breath loud and clear to the world all over. 

OYO : The den of Iku Baba Yeye - Oba Olayiwola Lamidi Adeyemi III. 

                From thy womb my seed,

         Grow on thy I was nurtured,

                For thy progress,

                I shall forever carry the banner.