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EXTRA: Ode to Ikokore, By Dipo Onabanjo

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EXTRA: Ode to Ikokore, By Dipo Onabanjo
Dipo Onabanjo

Mountains of yam lumps

Spread on China wares

Like sentinels in battle

They stand in pasty stew

Of grilled mixture of condiments

Seasoned in shreds of fish, meat and periwinkles

Soaked in palm oil and seasonings

Ikokore, the water yam porridge.

When the House bubbles

It’s Ikokore day

When mom and dad smile

It’s Ikokore time

We are Ijebus from Ogun

South West Nigeria

Where Ikokore reigns supreme

A celebrated staple of Ijebu

Mouth watering paste of wonderful taste

That tickles the palate of the hungry

And cuddles roaring tommies.

Ikokore we hail thee

Served hot or cold

A welcome package

For visitors and loved ones

To charge their palates

And fill their pouches

Ikokore we hail thee

Many say you look dirty and ugly

They know not that slander you

You who host Obanta Day

At Awujale’s palatial abode

And reign in many Ijebu homes

Ikokore, we hail thee

All festivities in Ijebu land

Without thy profound presence

Is fake and fun-free

Seedless, dry and fickle

Like a barren maid’s womb

Ikokore, like your siblings

Gari, Eba and Eko

Who, clothed in white robes

Also dwell happily in Ijebu land

Ikokore we hail thee!

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