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Yellow for my mother; she wears it in her hair,
wound in lusterus coils
Golden woven silk is draped on cinnamon skin so bare,
and richly oiled
Seated beneath the waterfall legs outstretched on an ancient crocodile,
she teases
Peacock feathered fan in hand she smiles at what she knows, and
what she pleases
Yellow glows, the buzzing bees, her messengers,
dancing on the sweetest blooms sipping nectar
Amber the honey, an elixir,
taste it first if you respect her
Gold the bangles forged by Ogun,
making music of her hands and feet
Flaxen sails of faithful ships,
La Caridad blesses her fleet
Give us fresh water, Yalodde Yeyé Kari! Yeyeo! Omoriyeyeo,
that we may be refreshed
Five yellow sunflowers, a pumpkin, a yam,
to repay our debt
Mama Yeye with golden jeweled mirror in hand,
to take in her elegance
Preparing to party, saffron hued perfume sweetens air,
Gatherers praise her eloquence

Mama Yeye,
Smile on me, send me your gifts, and love
Mother is known for her charity, and defense of us,
from above
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