She has plaited for the Ajero princess
And planted valour on the Alara queens
She has vested stunning beads to the Orangun palace
Yes, she has built dashing castles on royalties.
She has done magic with her wondrous Ilarun
Lining up patterns with the goddess braids
Eku-ewa – the passerbys have always voiced
Muttering splendour to her clients ears.
She has caressed and nurtured Ori elegede
And supplied nutrients to the dying heads
With her magical hands – she had replenished the famine Ori
She has help regained lost glories
Her eyes has fed on infant and greying hairs
Her hands has journeyed through the sacred heads
In her stand, she has heard of the village tales
Yes, she has weaved for the balded goddesses
She has weaved Shuku elede for the glamorous Amope
And she won a thousand beauty laurels
She has combed Patewo for Apeke
And her husband has promised her heaven on earth
She has worked cowries for Amoke oloju ede
And all mortals licked from the added prettiness
She has plastered Adimole on Onisango head
And Onikoso has stroked in glaring approval.