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Odun eegun.
Ewatomi was a damsel,
The first daughter of the village palm wine tapper,
Her skin glowed like the sun,
Her silky hair touched her hips,
People believed she was yemojas daughter.
Ewatomi was proud,
She was never ready to greet you,
Salute her, she wasn’t ready to reply,
Men loved to see her, walk past them,
She must have been a goddess,
The first of six daughters, she was useless to her parents,
She spent all her time, on her beauty
She would comb her long hair for hours,
She was either trimming her nails,
Or checking out a new Aran material,
Osunyemi the village fisherman has come for her hand
Odewale the hunter,
Ayanrinde the drummer,
Agbetoye the farmer,
The list, is obviously endless,
If only she can be my bride,
And adorn the house,
Just to be a beauty in my house,
Ewatomi refused all of them,
Her last sister, ayofunke
Now has six children,
They all call ewatomi, aunty agba…
Ewatomi s beauty, has come down,
Like the evening sun,
Her face has shrunk,
Like the back of the iroko tree….
I saw her at the igbaolobi orere market,
Guess what she told me?
Ase oun ton tan lodun eegun.