Echoes of Yoruba Nation

In the heart of vibrant West,
Where the sun kisses the earth’s crest,
Lies the Yoruba nation, proud and free,
A tapestry of history and mystery.

With crowns of coral, chiefs sit enthroned,
In palaces where ancient gods are homed.
The talking drums beat stories, old and revered,
Songs of ancestors, forever endeared.

From the bustling streets of Lagos’ might,
To tranquil towns under starry night,
Each corner breathes a sacred dance,
Of art, of culture, in every glance.

The Yoruba speak in proverbs wise,
Every word a prize, under African skies.
Their language, a river, flowing deep,
Carries secrets it promises to keep.

The festivals are a sight to behold,
Eyo and Ojude Oba, bold and gold.
Cloaked figures dance, the city’s heart beats,
To rhythms of growth and ancestral feats.

In markets vibrant with colors and smells,
Where commerce whispers in beads and shells,
The Yoruba craft their daily bread,
Weaving futures from threads of thread.

Ogun, Sango, Yemoja’s might,
Deities of iron, fire, and water’s flight,
Guardians of a people, strong and bold,
Custodians of stories, yet untold.

Here, tradition and progress entwine,
In a nation where sun and stars align.
Yoruba, a realm of endless bloom,
Nurtured by the past, it finds its room.

So sing the praise of this land so vast,
Where the roots of humanity are cast.
Yoruba nation, in every heartbeat,
In Africa’s drum, its soul complete.


Written by A.I

akingangan:
Echoes of Yoruba Nation

In the heart of vibrant West,
Where the sun kisses the earth’s crest,
Lies the Yoruba nation, proud and free,
A tapestry of history and mystery.

With crowns of coral, chiefs sit enthroned,
In palaces where ancient gods are homed.
The talking drums beat stories, old and revered,
Songs of ancestors, forever endeared.

From the bustling streets of Lagos’ might,
To tranquil towns under starry night,
Each corner breathes a sacred dance,
Of art, of culture, in every glance.

The Yoruba speak in proverbs wise,
Every word a prize, under African skies.
Their language, a river, flowing deep,
Carries secrets it promises to keep.

The festivals are a sight to behold,
Eyo and Ojude Oba, bold and gold.
Cloaked figures dance, the city’s heart beats,
To rhythms of growth and ancestral feats.

In markets vibrant with colors and smells,
Where commerce whispers in beads and shells,
The Yoruba craft their daily bread,
Weaving futures from threads of thread.

Ogun, Sango, Yemoja’s might,
Deities of iron, fire, and water’s flight,
Guardians of a people, strong and bold,
Custodians of stories, yet untold.

Here, tradition and progress entwine,
In a nation where sun and stars align.
Yoruba, a realm of endless bloom,
Nurtured by the past, it finds its room.

So sing the praise of this land so vast,
Where the roots of humanity are cast.
Yoruba nation, in every heartbeat,
In Africa’s drum, its soul complete.


Written by A.I

Fear done enter this ppl body badly ehhhh just this small harassment

That proverb thing is so true and real.

Our people will use proverbs to reset your brain.

It drives the introspective and patient (think before you act) philosophy of the Yorubas.

akingangan:
Echoes of Yoruba Nation

In the heart of vibrant West,
Where the sun kisses the earth’s crest,
Lies the Yoruba nation, proud and free,
A tapestry of history and mystery.

With crowns of coral, chiefs sit enthroned,
In palaces where ancient gods are homed.
The talking drums beat stories, old and revered,
Songs of ancestors, forever endeared.

From the bustling streets of Lagos’ might,
To tranquil towns under starry night,
Each corner breathes a sacred dance,
Of art, of culture, in every glance.

The Yoruba speak in proverbs wise,
Every word a prize, under African skies.
Their language, a river, flowing deep,
Carries secrets it promises to keep.

The festivals are a sight to behold,
Eyo and Ojude Oba, bold and gold.
Cloaked figures dance, the city’s heart beats,
To rhythms of growth and ancestral feats.

In markets vibrant with colors and smells,
Where commerce whispers in beads and shells,
The Yoruba craft their daily bread,
Weaving futures from threads of thread.

Ogun, Sango, Yemoja’s might,
Deities of iron, fire, and water’s flight,
Guardians of a people, strong and bold,
Custodians of stories, yet untold.

Here, tradition and progress entwine,
In a nation where sun and stars align.
Yoruba, a realm of endless bloom,
Nurtured by the past, it finds its room.

So sing the praise of this land so vast,
Where the roots of humanity are cast.
Yoruba nation, in every heartbeat,
In Africa’s drum, its soul complete.


Written by A.I

Whenever they get slapped by the North, they remember Yoruba nation.

Proud to be Yoruba
God Bless Yoruba nation