most gracious Izonebe, land of the beautiful
morning, adorned with bountiful soils,
I think of the sounds of your rushing waters,
and your serenity from day to night
night back into day, the joy of your peoples,
I eagerly await the day of your liberation!
Oh Ijaw Nation! I patiently wait,
thou most beautiful Ijo, home of the tradition
Cultural activities have all the children of your youth engaged,
You are similar to a virtuous wife, for you are truly a mother to many,
In you the maritime merchants amass stacks of ancient wealth!
How we long for the day of your emancipation. Oh land of the most precious
“Black Gold” – “Crude Oil”
May your true day of independence come in no distant time. Ise.
Your Niger-Delta, laden with endless brooks
and evergreen forests, crisscrossed by
creeks with families communing
along the riverbanks, and well watered marshes of
mangroves and water lilies –
is a constant source of strength and inspiration for me!
You fill me with a desire for and an appreciation of peace – a need to
evils of our time, unharmed,
undefiled! Oh Izon!
visualize your old women, paddling away to their farms at dawn,
And it reminds me of the day of our royal wedding – the day of my birth!
In you are the little crickets chirping into the dark night, and sea gulls
your waters with endless kisses,
If the multinationals and the internationals never came to disrupt your
If the ‘black poison’ wasn’t exposed, if you had not been plundered at
You would have been much more of a mystery – a treasure for posterity!
May the great day of your self-determination arrive! Oh beloved Ijonland!
goes a band of your drummers again, there goes
Izon’s sons and daughters,
Industrious, royal, resilient, patient, peaceful!
Convening cultural festivals, celebrating the abundance of fish in you,
Oh land of close family ties & Gemeinschaft
– like values,
Your face has been full
of tears for generations, horrors for decades, despair for
will we be free, Oh Ijaw!?
shrines and temples stand tall in your villages, with priests and priestesses
religiously carrying out their
duties, observing the daily rituals and sacrifices,
Your many kingdoms with a common ancestral heritage are unique! In beauty,
your peoples are united,
and we share a common destiny,
Hope would remain mixed with faith, in the anticipation of your freedom!
So the blood of all those you lost won’t have been shed in vain! Ijon!
stand so far away, escaping the pollution from cars and industries, far
from noise and cacophony, You’re
close to nature in all ramifications!
But your rich endowments of Crude oil attract oppressors – your enemies,
enemies, my enemies – who rape
you and put you in this dilemma!
Oh! How I weep because of your woes, which make you “too poor
to be rich and yet
too rich to be poor!”
O’ yinma! Nana’Owei!
Oyinpreye Christopher Dorgu