In the land of Oyo, where whispers intertwine,
Lies a tale of Iya Asake, a neighbor so divine.
She, the silent spectator of love’s secret song,
Eavesdropping on couples, where hearts belong.
Iya Asake, the rumour carrier with a keen ear,
In the quiet of night, she draws near.
Her good side shines like the river Osun,
Yet her bad side, a storm before the sun.
In the shadows of Oluyole, she weaves her deceit,
False gossip, accusations, tales so indiscreet.
A catalyst of chaos in the neighborhood,
Homes shattered, bonds misunderstood.
Oh, Iya Asake, with your tongue like a blade,
Cutting through trust, in your gossip parade.
But within you lies the potential to change,
To redeem your soul, a destiny rearrange.
Let your whispers be gentle as the breeze,
May peace and love replace the rumors that freeze.
In the heart of Ibadan, let harmony thrive,
Iya Asake, may you choose to revive.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
2023
Ifedolapo Ogunniyi 