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“ Ọmọbìnrin ẹkùn
 Wòlíì obìnrin ti òrìṣà mẹ́ta náà
 Eni ti o ni opa ase lati se akoso areonakakafo meji ti orun meje
 Ìyá ẹlẹ́sẹ̀ mẹ́jọ ti òrìṣà mẹ́wàá
 Ti nṣàn ninu ẹyin ti idì
 Ologoṣẹ oloju mẹwa ti o súfèé awọn orin ọdẹ
 Ayaba igbo ti gbogbo eda beru
 Ẹniti ibusun rẹ jẹ igi dudu
 Kọlu egbegberun lori rẹ osi
 Ẹgbẹẹgbẹrun mẹwa ni apa ọtun rẹ
 Ẹni tí ẹsẹ̀ rẹ̀ dàbí kọ̀lọ̀kọ̀lọ̀
 Sugbon tun fẹ awọn ijapa
 Gbogbo ale lo n korin oriki
 Ni ọjọ naa, awọn ilẹkẹ ẹgbẹ-ikun rẹ ti ṣokunkun"

“ The daughter of a tigeress 
The prophetess of the three headed python 
The one who has the opa ase to rule the two areeonakakafo of the seven skies 
The eigh legged mother of the ten deities 
Flowing in the egg of an eagle
The ten eyed sparrow that whistle the songs of the hunter 
The queen of the forest that all creatures fear
The one whose bed is a black stick 
Striking thousands on her left 
Ten thousands on her right 
The one whose legs are like the fox 
But also like the tortoises
Every night she sings the oriki 
The day, her waist beads tinkles“
Credit to the owner of the art

MORENIKEJI

Once I stepped a foot in my class, everything went silent ' Eh'. Everyone were looking at me strangely like I had a deadly disease on me.


I just shrugged it off and entered sat on my special place, beside the window.


I love sitting beside the window, though we all sit on the floor, I can always see the beautiful handiwork of Ọlọrun.


I'm a romantic person, not that type of person.. ah, you are thinking about.


A type of person that loves nature alot and praises it alot, I'm that person. Nature gives me Inspiration, ah, I'm typically a poet, I'm a romantic poet. 


I have written a lot of romantic poems about the beauty of nature, my beautiful mom isn't left out.


Today was slow, the first subject was mathematics, of all subjects.


I thought I was going to die, our maths teacher was a man wearing the westerners clothes, though he's a black man, he speaks the foreign language well.


I tried hard to concentrate on the teacher and his teaching. I couldn't, as soon as I want to give up on concentrating, it was like Ọlọrun did listened to this sinner, My Mom beautiful smiling face appeared to me saying to me " Beere lọwọ Ọlọrun fun iranlọwọ, Morenikeji ( Ask God for help, Morenikeji)" 


I didn't know what happened to me, I just said a silent "Ran mi lowo (Help me!)". It worked like magic.


For the first time in my life, I was attending and attentive in class.


But where will I start? Exams is just two weeks away from now. My notes are empty, my brain .... dried.


Will God help me, who hasn't helped herself yet?


I, that I go to church, my heart doesn't.


I pray, my heart doesn't. I call God, my heart doesn't. My mouth believes,my heart doesn't.


Will he still help me?  Dried tears were falling from my eyes.


My mom, if she knows or if I fail and repeat this class, she worked hard to get me into.... I never want to hurt her..


I wish I wasn't this beautiful woman daughter.... I'm a pain in the neck.


Almost everyday, I have caused to much pain for her.


Chapter 11: Ibere mi ( My beginning) 11