The Yoruba tribe has the highest rate of twin
births in the world. Igbo-Ora, a little town in Oyo state, has been nicknamed Twin capital of the World because of its unusually high rate of twins
that is put as high as 158 twins per 1000 births. In a video on YouTube presented by Titi (a white lady who speaks Yoruba), and which was centred on twin births in Igbo-Ora, one of the locals boasted that every family in the town has at least one twin! The following is the oriki for all we twins in the world. Enjoy!
Ejire oyila winiwini loju orogun,
ejiworo loju iya re
Mba bejire mbayo,
O be kese be kasa,
ofese me jejeji be sile alakisa
o so alakisa di onigbaso,
okan ni mba bi mba yo,
sugbon meji lowole tomiwa,
Gbajumo omo ti ngba ikunle iya,
ti ngba idobale lowo baba to bi won lomo
Ejire ara isokun, edunjobi omo edun tin sere ori igi
Epo nbe, ewa nbe, aya mi oja lati bi ibeji
Taiyelolu ma yo se se,
mayo se se
Ejire oyila, ema yo se se, nbabi edunjobi
mba yo pe mobi oba omo.
Edumare bawa da awon Ibeji wa si.
Kindly leave ur comments :)!
The time is 8:16am but the weather says 7:19pm. The earth is about to receive a very soothing visitor. Everyone has been expecting this visitor to save us from the horrors of the heat of the past few weeks. IT IS ABOUT TO RAIN! The weather is so tense that you feel it in your soul. Women hurry to collect their clothes from the line- dry or otherwise. You sit here, on the edge of your ruffled bed, wondering about the unknown.
Then the rain begins. It is so heavy that you wonder if it had won a bet against the sun and the sun was cuddled up somewhere mourning its loss. It’s been 40 minutes and you wonder if the rain goes back for reinforcement every 40 seconds. There seems no end in sight! You have now moved to the verandah, sitting alone on the brown KGM plastic chair savouring the fresh air accompanying the rain. The plants heave a sigh of relief. The lizards and ants must now be cuddled up somewhere and the mosquitoes must be resting now, after the night’s battle.
Several thoughts crowd your mind. This seems a perfect weather for two or tea or even, both. With Yanni’s Nightingale playing in the background, the occasional thunder serving as bass to the soft-playing Nightingale and the wind carressing your body, your system reacts to the change in temperature. You think this is an awesome time for you to be in bed snuggled up to your better half; inhaling his/her breathe and pleasant smell and feeling the presence of no third party. Then, you wonder what the consequences will be after the rain had long gone. You think of the result of your action in the long run & your (in)ability to deal with it. Is this really a weather for 2? Of course, it is, but with it comes consequences & responsibilities. So you’d rather settle for the latter- light the gas cooker, boil some water and make a very hot tea. This has no consequences except that you’ll find yourself sound asleep, under your floral blanket, with no 2nd or 3rd party involved!
Hunter being hunted!
Can you believe that???? It missed! This is a once in a blue moon event. After resigning to fate that i’m getting struck by its (in)famous arrow, here i am, still as i was 20+ years ago. Now, i can return to my normal and regular life, with no fear of getting hit by the cupid’s arrow, where only me can decide what i want. A life where i am my own C-in-C. There is no watching over my shoulders in the next few years. No obligation to any goddamn person…. Err’ Cupid, i’m gonna need your arrow in future though *winks*