Baskadia

In Yoruba land, where stories untold,

Orishas' wisdom, a treasure to behold. 

Four hundred plus one deities, a legend of old and divine,

Guardians of tradition, in myths they shine.

Obatala, pure as the whitest dove,

Obatala, a symbol of peace and love.

Alamo rere, the one wmoulds,

In every creation, his grace unfolds.

Ogun, the blacksmith, with arms of might,

Crafts our destiny, both day and night.

Osun, the river, with beauty's grace,

Golden charm, in her sacred space.

Sango, the thunder, in skies he roars,

With lightning's fire, his spirit soars.

Three wives he claimed, in power and flame,

Oya, Osun, and Oba, by his name.

Elegun Sango, the fiery dance,

Adosan's rhythm, in every trance.

In Sango's realm, passions ignite,

A force of nature, in vibrant light.

Esu, the trickster, in many forms,

Olopa, Onibode, where chaos norms.

At the crossroads' gate, he holds the key,

In choices we make, his mischief, we'll see.

Orunmila, the diviner, with wisdom's sight,

Known as Ifa, in the darkest night.

Eleri Ipin, the one who knows,

The path of the future, in verses he shows.

Olokun, the deep sea, in mystery veiled,

Secrets within, where legends are hailed.

A realm concealed, in the ocean's might,

Olokun's domain, in eternal night.

From Olorun's realm, the heavens above,

To Ajogun's realm, where dark spirits rove.

Orishas guide us, in tradition and lore,

Guardians of wisdom, forevermore.

In Yoruba's heart, their stories persist, 

Orishas' presence, in every twist.

Tradition and wisdom, in their embrace,

Yoruba's heritage, a sacred grace.

So, let us honor, these Orishas' might, 

In Yoruba's tradition, in day and night.

Guardians of wisdom, in every land,

Orishas' legacy, forever to stand.

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