Call me iya ilu,
tell her not to leave omele at home.
Call dun-dun and gan-an gan,
tell them of the meeting at my palace
and inform them of the festival.
Tell sekere,
the descendant of the gourd.
Clappers,
the descendant of the tree.
Tell Agogo the child of the iron.
Tell them that harmony will make my day melodious.
Tell bembe,
that she should come in her best attire
and bata in his glory
because I want to drink from the stream of melody.
Tell palm-wine emu fun fun,
to be the master of the ceremony
and make a fool of those who don't know how to say I am ok.
Tell the antelope and hare
to stay off the forest tonight
and Olu-Igbo should not go visiting.
As today, I want to journey in peace.
Tell ofi, aran, sanyan and adire,
to send their best to the market
and the God of creativity,
should inspire the tailors
'cos my day must be colourful.
O ye moon,
let the wind carry the message to the land beyond,
inform them of their son's festival.
Coyness frees me,
I want to get loose.
As ELEDUMARE on his mercy has blessed me with another year.
Babalola Augustine Adeola
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