Iya Alake

Brown is not just a colour
Brown is a lifestyle
Brown is an identity
Brown is Oyo.

Iya Alake,
She said the cobbler's son
Came into her room
The night before the songs
On the first full moon.

Iya Alake, Iya Alake
Many brown roofs
Where is your proof.

She said the tree in her compound
Produced many different fruits
But is now out of season
And is used as sun proof.

Iya Alake, Iya Alake
Many brown roofs
Where is your proof.

The city of Oyo
Is only for the strong
Because you must spend
This goes even for the poor.

Iya Alake, Iya Alake
Many brown roofs
Where is your proof.

Wine in its freshest taste
But none in my cup
Yet they say this is the place
Where all dreams come undone.

Iya Alake, Iya Alake
Many brown roofs
Where is your proof.

There was a storyline
Told on the day I was born
One relayed from my fatherland
But to my fate history forgot.

Iya Alake, Iya Alake
Many brown roofs
Where is your proof.

Now I can tell
That the story is true
Of the legends of Ibadan
And the many brown roofs.

Ah Iya Alake, Iya Alake
Many brown roofs
Now I see your proof.

Maybe it is the rain
Maybe it is the sun
Maybe it is the dialect
Maybe it is the culture.

Ah Iya Alake, Iya Alake
Many brown roofs
Now I see your proof.

Peace to the land
Many things we can't buy
Though high on demand
There is no supply.

Ah Iya Alake, Iya Alake
Many brown roofs
Now I see your proof. 
Iya Alake, Iya Alake...

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History Tale.

The writer's mind;

History tale.

Boys becoming men,
I ought not to faint when been called upon
to write my destiny with a pen.

I choose to die on my feet
than on my knees.

Let someone live to tell of this day
But am ready to die to make history's tale,

Cheers coming from friends is the only fence
that causes an offence to the opposite end,

Though the battle begins claiming the lives of the brave,
yet victory still remains our very sole aim.

Though we fought valiantly,
 but lost those that fought angrily.

We never allowed our emotions rule
Even as our grievances grew to the full.

Friends we knew from birth,
laid beside us dead.

We fought with no going back.
even as strength failed us
But we drew strength from
our memories of pleasant past.

History will soon be a memory,
Just a memory of sadness.

Men will rise and men will fall,
History will witness it all.

History never smiles or frowns,
But the tales feels it all.

The writer's mind.

For this great piece, all thanks to
Paul Salifu.
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