Ọmọlúwàbí

In the heart where rivers whisper songs, Among the baobabs tall and strong, Ọmọlúwàbí stands in light, A beacon in the darkest night. With roots deep in ancient soil, Where ancestors' spirits toil, Guiding hands and honest hearts, Crafting lives like master arts. A soul untarnished, pure and true, With eyes that see the world anew, In every step, a gentle grace, In every smile, a warm embrace. From dawn’s first blush to twilight’s end, In every challenge, every bend, Ọmọlúwàbí’s spirit gleams, A thread in life’s vast woven seams. Through storms that howl and fires that blaze, In fields of green and golden maize, Their path is clear, their purpose right, A warrior in the quest for light. In markets buzzing, in quiet homes, Wherever this good spirit roams, The world is richer, hearts are glad, For Ọmọlúwàbí, we are clad. So sing of them, in joyous praise, In Yoruba, in every phrase, For in their life, we find our guide, Ọmọlúwàbí, our nation’s pride.