all she ever sings for
When all falls, Agbor she calls
Got lots of ideas
In my mother’s head
Agbor, my mothers’ mother land.
The best in her mouth
The best pet in her yard
Her ever best musical band
She dances to it like mad
Agbor thought her those pretty steps without bitterness
Other natives are jealous
She noticeably play its’ card
And they dare not throw a hob
Oh yea, she is top
Agbor my mothers’ cab
Agbor my mother s’ hand
Behind her children names
All that she ever had
Provider of all she can ever find
And her all
Like sandman, as she verbalizes
All critics are sent to bed
Forgetting their sandlot, they face the sands.
The only soil fit for her sandshoe
Provider of a perfect marriage
Most productive, tilled by her farm-hoe
No one dares compete with
Oh Agbor, my mothers’ mother land.
Agbor is a town in Delta state Nigeria.
It is my origin, my mother so believe in it. Nothing is all to her except Agbor.
If she searches for the best carpenter, it is in Agbor. If she searches for the best tailor is in Agbor in-fact the best town in the universe is Agbor.
Maybe that is why she married an Agbor man (my father).
Eken, Orie, Afor and Nkwor are the market days. Uwa-oma Nne means good living and luck mother.