Oh City of Ajegunle, where dreams are created nor ed. The city of all, who accommodate his children even when sadness fall on their faces and as they fall to their knees.
Oh my dear city, who bares the pain of his children. Say to them, when you allow smile to put you in and the chain of joy around your hands, it makes you stronger. Even when in pain you smile, it makes you a conqueror.
Oh City, mother city who train me up to be an . Despite when others criticized her, in pain and tears of blood. She cries out my children be better than your father's who wasted their time waiting for miracles to come.
Oh bloody city, I have waste my time and days in you. I heard mother's and father's have wasted their time waiting for miracles. But it I tine you let the young ones to be builders and achievers with story to talk about the great city 'Ajegunle'. Food for thought: badbelle people make una no criticize my city, my home, my hood because we create stars. Come and experience the beauty of my city Ajegunle.
Writer: Oluwaseun Akinlo
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