You're precious to me, oh my precious ornament. My own dearest beacon of hope. My heart forever warms for you, Forever with you my eternal burning log. My wren, the stump and back bone of Chief Ollor of Alu-ete. "May the hills echo it. Life after life, my words to you shall remain the only truth I ever told". Ollor concluded. "So let it be, my iroko," she echoed. "So let it be, my wren," he concluded
It was said that a woman's worth was that of her husband. A man's worth was that of his land. The world was like a dancing girl, it dances a little while for everyone. Osila Abbey was happy that her eagle had got that proverbial dancing girl dancing for his house more often than most men in Alu-ete. Long after he was gone from her hut, she sat alone on her bed listening to the beat of her heart. Somewhere in the distance of her heart she could hear the song, the one Ogbo-Omu-Chumu made in her husband's name long time ago when he began to cut his niche in the rock of Alu-ete.
Ollor, the great son of a great father
I only called to see how the wind blows over your roof. But you wanted to kill me with food, Meat and palm wine... Chei, I'll not come to your house again, Lest you drown me in palm wine... Remembering this song, she said to herself, "This roof shall never know the ugly face of hunger!" And she smiled into a new dawn.
It was said that a woman's worth was that of her husband. A man's worth was that of his land. The world was like a dancing girl, it dances a little while for everyone. Osila Abbey was happy that her eagle had got that proverbial dancing girl dancing for his house more often than most men in Alu-ete. Long after he was gone from her hut, she sat alone on her bed listening to the beat of her heart. Somewhere in the distance of her heart she could hear the song, the one Ogbo-Omu-Chumu made in her husband's name long time ago when he began to cut his niche in the rock of Alu-ete.
Ollor, the great son of a great father
I only called to see how the wind blows over your roof. But you wanted to kill me with food, Meat and palm wine... Chei, I'll not come to your house again, Lest you drown me in palm wine... Remembering this song, she said to herself, "This roof shall never know the ugly face of hunger!" And she smiled into a new dawn.
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