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The above image is a four and a half plots of land which is situated and being at Oluyole Estate, Ibadan Oyo state, Nigeria. The property is surveyed registered with Certificate of occupancy and all other important or relevant documents. It is located around Zartech Company, Oluyole, Ibadan, Oyo state, Nigeria. The price is 48 million naira.

In the wake of dawn of a cold furnace Creepy in the heart is made manifest Making our opened eyes close in all manners Just like them that cut our breath short For the gain of their purse Could a shield be a dangerous den In this cage we've found ourselves so long Who will save our souls from these hungry beasts Claiming to be our friends Our grundnorm is not their watch As jungle justice is their key to Justice We're not free Our liberty is choked in their fierceness Having mobile is our crime Dressing nice is our sin That our image is a purified fraudster While the real ones are saints through money transfer Leave us alone Set us free That the labour of our heroes will not be in vain We're your future We're strong and powerful We're not criminals We're the youths Say no to the police' brutality End police blood thirst We're your voice! https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shield-10/

Switch inline in the wake of light, The Illumination engulving our ray, Bringing rain of no self ignite, The perpetual light we all do pray. Oh! Pa Emmanuel Abiodun is gone. One whose heart is so tender as sheep Loving all with no self known In glory he's self made cheap. Who could have known the day For us to've wore Elijah's garment to switch the time Not minding the cost of what to pay This wouldn't have been, haven't ceased the time. Alas! Let not our brains switch bellow the feet For manufacturer knows the expiration of his product yet he lies The D-day is a mystery in our heart Adiye irana kinse ohun ajegbe not to make ties. See oh see them roll up in the sky In purity they sing praise of the great maker Fully robed in white not the priests of Justitia Bowing to our king and maker. Lori-iro our affection is shown Not that our widow's mite was glorified Be it, the heritage of them in six feet wouldn't be down None to be blamed as it's a normal trend

From the brook of hegemony, My heart is dazzled on what could make a life in this tyrannical context. Tyranny? Oh this has eaten deep in our hood. In our honoured attires they're ushered to the state house. All thought with the purity of heart they've come To flush the stains making us stagnant Yet blindfolded to making us lamb for their kinsmen. Peacefully our agitations were spelt. In return stray in display and clean the shit. Justitia, oh! Justitia. Where have you been? Why allowing your veil open, Scales and sword dropped? Your priests are sabotages of your prowess. While the culprits in their jets cruz on the streets. No honour to the dead. Those alive are half dead Who's here to save us? Neither Amotekun nor Sunday Igboho could. All of them are of the same clan. Even the human right activists are not humane. A brown envelope is enough to shut the mouth. Dear creator. In you we put our trust The voice of the voiceless needs you Else your beloved would cry like Abel. h