Language - Poem by Bamisaye Adeniran
This is our identity
Yes our pride and our trademark
We dare not trade our heritage
Jealously, preserving our birthright.
Our national treasure
We dare not trade you for anything
Not wanting to let go regardless the gain
Eternity will surely be grateful to us for our hospitability.
We’ll guide it jealously.
This is our heritage
Only the end of age can separate us.
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