Ijare Elewe Obi

If you are in Ijare
Assist me to bring kolanut
Bring the albino breed
Bring 'abata' and 'Gbanja'
Tell my mother to give you
The kola that is cured in leaves
Let me use it to appease my head
And to ward off evil and afflictions

Ijare, the kolanut city
The entrepot of kola
As heaven's streets are laid with gold
So are Ijare streets laid with kolanuts
Kolanut is wealth in Ijare
The Ijebus come from afar
To scramble for these precious seeds
The easterners worship these rare seeds
The northerners cherish it as rich delicacies
Ijare produces kolanut with leisure

Ijare, the origin of kolanut,
Ijare, home of peace,
The abode for all.
The land of armistice
Where treaty of friendship is sealed
Foes are made permanent friends
Ijare, the land of love
Where neighbours are brothers.
If there is any place to be
Ijare is just the right choice
Surrounded by protective hills
When I look at Alaje hill
I see the wonder of God
What of the Erefon spring
The mysterious Ogudo pond
Are all reminders of
The great work of our ancestors
Great Ijare, great people
Life is in Ijare
The source of blessings

by Babatunde Aremu

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