ODE_'KINGDOM OF BIRTH (IJAGEMO)' BY AJAKAYE STRIDA.

The rich native land of Ijagemo,

the mad soil of my glorious birth,

crazy burning flames of happy woods,

where robbery and one million boys 

feared to tread upon.

Let me leak you secrets of my native kingdom,

where Agbani Darego rooted the kind of hers,

to defy a virgin's plume 

has a Judge in the palms of the gods,

to live after a trangress is an unworthy sooth.

Ijagemo mi owon,

the road to Ijegun allowing the jingles

of children in their parents cars,

zoom zoom zoom !!!

I resonate the tears of meeting Olasunkanmi 

within the gallant barricades of my homey Kingdom.

The Kingdom after God's heart 

is where my father rules,

where castles command the wings of doves,

where demons in the soul of shapeless witches 

cease to exist.

Hurray for these hunters and farmers,

ready with guns for lions,

fertile with leaky for beans and sugarcane,

no promise land as our Canaan,

my words fear the peace their eyes meet 

all days in Ijagemo.

AJAKAYE RASHIDAT OLAMIDAYO.

STRIDA_ Striking Ideas.

The poet personae praises her native land and expresses how wonderful she tells to be from the land of Ijagemo.