-Awodiya Funke 

I will tell your story

Of farmlands and flourishing grassland

I will tell the world about your flowing streams,

Singing birds, on breadfruits trees

A communal place for man and nature

A hill of friendship you truly are  

Your heritage, my treasure

On your river bank I found my peace

Looking up at the blue sky to read the minds of my forebears 

Who saw tomorrow before it arrived 

And greened sacred heights with bamboo trees

Oh luxuriant beauty of hill of friendship

Speaking in fluent tongue,

I stand on higher grounds

Telling listening ears about your heirs

Bankole Akinjobi your heroic acts renamed you

Breaking chains of the bearded slave master 

Amode! Onimashai ajagidi agbo

Ogunyomi son of Amode brother of Ogunjobi 

Your daughter’s daughter is here at Oju Baba

Seeking not your face but your trail

Chatting ijala ode, a hunter of words she is 

Planting trees and words in lands and minds

Oluwale son of Amode father of Ogunyomi and Ogunjobi

Your great grand have come home to dance

To the rhythms of gunbe and bolojo

A bitter sweet reminder of yester years 

Ore o gba oko Omo oba karele

Igi ti da eiye ti fo lo

Adegbola son of Ogunyomi is gone like the tallbamboos

That once added to beauty of our land and clan  

Balogun Oke ore teri gbaso, erin wo and the destruction began 

The saw replaced the planting trowel

Greedy trucks carted away the sandy jewel of our land  

The hill of friendship now hill of alienating waste

Gbode niyi! The masked one, 

An epidemic of disappearance has befallen the land of your ancestors

Our sons and daughters have turned land-grabbers

Who bartered our communal heritage for cheap gratification

One after another our palm trees and breadfruit trees have vanished

And naked, now, the Hill of Friendship stands

Where goes the palm trees whose rhythm I danced to?

The loamy soil of Ipeta where are you?

Standing tall walls of ghost town of Abule Isale

Who befell you with no respect for the dead and living?

Perching birds of oko soosi where is your new nest?

Serenity of Oke Ore disappeared with its trees

Hill of friendship, you birth place of my super hero

From your pot of friendship she drank

For her sake, I will rebuild your falling shelter

And make you an orchard of fruits and flourishing trees

I will chant your praise and tell tales of your warriors 

Accept me as I come back home