My Mother, Iyami Osoronga - The Immaculate Bird.
You who slaughters without looking for vultures to consume the carcass.
of plenty medicinal gourds. You who renders charms and spells impotent.
Black cat of the night.
Aje do tutu mabi (famous dweller of the night). You who do
not suffer nausea from eating raw liver, the beautiful black woman who is always the last to leave the market. You render Ase and curses impotent while you swallow people like a casino machine.
the light feathered bird.
Two hundred pieces of wrap around cloth are never long enough for you, Iyami Osoronga. The beautiful bird and more. You who eat the head via the arms, the liver, via the voice
box (vocal cords); the intestines via the bladder. You bathe in blood like a fish.
Hunter, Osoronga ati Aje.
You draw charm from the charm bag, powerful medicine
person who draws charm from the pocket. Cold Havoc wrecker, you who preches comfortably on the Iroko Tree. The fearful mystic who positions yourself conspiciously on someone's farm.
who fights one invisibly (from a distant).
Black cat on the edge of the market place, the cat with a long tail - the town prowler. You who start prowling the street from early morning. It is with great
awe that the brave is summoned. My humble respects to you Iyami Osoronga ati Aje. Iba se o. To, To, To!