The hills remind me am home
Home where the cold's warm and beaconing
home where the lush mountain's always green
home where the heavy rocks hide our pretty past
home where the river never overflows it's banks
The sound of my heartbeat reminds me am home.
yes that yam pounding in that mortar sounds like my heartbeat
and oh that bowl of fresh soup reminds me of the hospitality
that laughter so real and a smile that reaches the soul,
that truth that i see in your eyes when you say 'kaabo' tells me i've really missed sincerity
Yes I'm the intellectual
yes i'm the stubborn
yes i come from the cold mountains
I am Funke a proud daughter of ile-olokiti
welcome to Ekiti
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