18/04/2025
Lions of the Land (Agaba idu)
In the heart of egbura land, where the red soil sings,
Two mighty lions once spread their wings.
With fire in soul and truth in hand,
They rose to guard our sacred land.
Alhassan Dio, with eyes like flame,
A voice that thundered our father’s name.
He stood like stone, unshaken, wise—
With every breath, a people’s rise.
Beside him walked brave Abdul Salam,
A shield of peace, a warrior’s calm.
Where storms would gather, he held the line,
A heart of gold, a will divine.
They fought not with blade, but with burning word,
And in their silence, justice stirred.
They walked for us through fire and fear,
So we may speak and stand sincere.
No crown they wore, no throne they sought,
Yet kings they were in every thought.
The people’s roar, the soil’s own cry,
Still echoes loud beneath our sky.
Agaba Idu—the lion’s might,
Burns in their name, a guiding light.
Though gone from sight, they rise in lore,
Their legacy—our sacred roar.
So let the drums of egbura lands sound,
Let every footstep shake the ground.
For in our hearts, forever true,
We march with them—in me, in you.
Idu! Idu!! Idu!!! Aannah
