Ogadima - Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

OGADIMA

Ihe ojoo jo njo

Ihe iske - uwa ojoo

Echiela m onu na-ala.

Atala m aja

Nou ntu dika mmiri.

Ndi mmadu wurum na-ala.

Ahula m uwa - uwa ojoo

Ma chere

Obi m dajuo

N'ihi na Chi nke m na-efe

Ga ebuli m elu

Mee ka onu ochi wa mu

Mee ka onu m sa mbara

Ma mekwa ka mkpi m di elu ozo.

Eh! Ihe ga-agara m nke oma

Abu m onye uwa oma

na atumadi ihe mmekpa ahu

Nke diri m taa.

Agaghim ele anya n'ala

N'ihi na agaghim ala ala.

Aghaghim ile anya n'azu

N'ihi na-abughim onye ikpeazu.

Enwere m olile anya?

Eh Ogadimma.

Ekwere m ekwe?

Eh! Ogadimma.

Gini? Obu Nna m

nke bi n'Igwe

New elu, nwe ala...

Odighi ihe koro m.

Aga m emeghe onu m mbara

Ka Chukwu Abiama

Mejuputa mu na ngozi;

Ogadimma.

Echi ga-abu echi oma

Ogadimma

Chere, obi m

Dere du, obi m

Ogadimma.

- Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

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