Written by Sọlá Dọjà

Like the iroko tree
swallowing storms, outliving seasons
listening to forefathers;
cooing stories to sons who turned grandfathers,
our love will stand.

As the sand of the seas,
accompanying the hisses of the tides
welcoming, ferrying different times
our affection shall remain

And when men seek a face
a far-reaching emblem
to guide them to hope
and keep their passions aflame
the lines on our wrinkled faces
will give them silent answers;

that love is a verb
and friendship is ageless.