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I wrote this poem based on a local song we sing in my tribe (Yoruba), the song passes a message to show the value of a mother in a child life. The song is a five line song and it goes like this.
Iya ni wura biye biye (A mother is as precious as an expensive gold)
Ti akole fowo ra (That can't be bought with month)
O loyun mi fo shon mesan (Carried me for Nine month in her belly)
O pon mi fo dun meta a a (Carried me for three years on her back)
Iya ni wura biye biye, Ti akole fowo ra.
Mothers are precious to us and I dedicate this poem to my mother. Grace Fashanu. Thanks for reading.
