IF YOU’VE BEEN IN IBADAN YOU WON’T DISAGREE

Photo: IF YOU'VE BEEN IN IBADAN YOU WON'T DISAGREE   If you've been in Ibadan you won't disagree That Ibadan is next to paris.  Excuse thyself from the Largest city it's been made to be And do not think of the rusty sheets That visit thy iris Or that of thy neice From Bodija, Beere up to Mapo hills  I want you to see Ibadan, a peaceful city Where carelessness is an injustice  Ibadan, a place of peace only ethnicity is their politics  Believe it, where the culprit Who chases people down the street Is been chased by the police Among the beehives Of multitudes in peace Moving through the web of the city  Ibadan, the land immortalities where tales of bravery Are breifly Told by the statues along the streets Of the city  Ibadan, the ancient land of comedies Where weeping or wetting of the lashes At burials or weddings Is a sure way of making rishes  So Ibadan, will you answer please? Ibadan, will you answer me?  Which tourist will exhaust thee within three weeks? And which scientist will modernise thee to modern ediffice?  Ibadan, I marvel always at thy ruggedity Ibadan, I doff my hat for thy turgidity For you've been long like the marine spirits Living peacefully in the sinful soul of a bleaching miss. Samuel C. Enunwa 09-03-2013 Im 2013 samueldpoetry clicking this is believing: http://goo.gl/PgIbn
IF YOU’VE BEEN IN IBADAN YOU WON’T DISAGREE

If you’ve been in Ibadan you won’t disagree
That Ibadan is next to paris.

Excuse thyself from the
Largest city it’s been made to be
And do not think of the rusty sheets
That visit thy iris
Or that of thy neice
From Bodija, Beere up to Mapo hills

I want you to see
Ibadan, a peaceful city
Where carelessness is an injustice

Ibadan, a place of peace
only ethnicity is their politics

Believe it, where the culprit
Who chases people down the street
Is been chased by the police
Among the beehives
Of multitudes in peace
Moving through the web of the city

Ibadan, the land immortalities
where tales of bravery
Are breifly
Told by the statues along the streets
Of the city

Ibadan, the ancient land of comedies
Where weeping or wetting of the lashes
At burials or weddings
Is a sure way of making rishes

So Ibadan, will you answer please?
Ibadan, will you answer me?

Which tourist will exhaust thee within three weeks?
And which scientist will modernise thee to modern ediffice?

Ibadan, I marvel always at thy ruggedity
Ibadan, I doff my hat for thy turgidity
For you’ve been long like the marine spirits
Living peacefully in the sinful soul of a bleaching miss.
Samuel C. Enunwa 09-03-2013
Im 2013 samueldpoetry
clicking this is believing: http://goo.gl/PgIbn

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