We are proud to be from Africa,
We are a tribe called Yoruba;
With distinct cultural essence
And peaceful coexistence.
We are all of Oduduwa's birth,
Our progenitor; who rained to the earth.
And 'Ile Ife', our ancestral home,
Center of the earth and great throne.
The land of great sculptors,
Artists and folktale authors.
We have the nicest literature,
And renowned for agriculture.
Our language is our unity,
And tribal marks as our identity;
With Unique sense of dressing,
Always colourful for wedding.
Our talking drum speaks to us,
When escorted with rattles for dance.
We cherish our moonlight plays,
And learn with our didactic folktales.
Extremely unique and large tribe
With good etiquettes to imbibe.
We have distinguished dishes,
Our soups' aroma are nice wishes.
Most prolific twin baby bearers,
And the land of brave hunters;
Who fought to conquer lands
Lands made of member clans.
© Yahaya Qasim (2021)
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