Kunst auf BASE: Ọmọ-ọba

Ọmọ-ọba

A self portrait

child of the crown, stands firm on ancestral turf. Your sight carries stories, unspoken and unseen.

A bloodline drenched in royal radiance. Blood-like rivers, pouring deep. Through hills where forefathers slept. You go confidently, guided by their whispers.

However, your hands are soft with love, not war. A heart that desires to repair and restore. Having both strength and grace, Ọmọ-ọba commands attention.

During peaceful moments, you hear the call, The ancient song, the ascent and the fall. Ọmọ-ọba, rise, rise again. The kingdom resides within your spirit.