OLUKAYODE
Ori lo ni se
Loving and caring
Gentle and kind
Play like ball
Travel like car
Rest like bee
Yet, loving like mother.
Working round with the clock
Gun on his head, at the point of death.
Money in his belly, but still thinks of home.
OLUKAYODE
Ori lo ni se
Old in the village
Two on his bed
Thirteen at home waiting
Many more looking up,
Olukayode will come soon.
And we pray OLUKAYODE
Your rest come,
On the day,
You will suck from our wealthy breast. Amen!
(C)DAMILOLA
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