The town where my father was born,
In the braveland of the brave-men
A medical man in his youthful age,
was popular as Doctor Adenuga;
And a spoon to orphans, a servant to God.

He trained youths for self sustenance
His life time he received many awards
Doctor Adenuga was a man of peace
An evangelist of our lord Jesus Christ
A philanthropist and his wife,a barrister.

He would nurse ailing hearts;
Fed the rural people with food
In his sport short-knicker wears,
you could see him got a round tummy
but if he takes beers, i don't know.

Until a sad day in the April,
when his green gardens were budding,
His table full of meats and drinks bubbling
But Young Adenuga got sick afterward
And he bleed and could not healed himself.


There was one hymn
I think
He is fond of singing most vigils
''Emi ni o bori isoro
Boti wu k'ogun na leto
Oun se omo oloku beni i i i''........


Lying in his room with much pains,
in his whole body, no sleep, no rest
because there stood death with him
At night, he was welcomed by angels
To journey with his fathers, to meet his maker.


Adieu, the good fighter of faith
wealth could not buy you health,
the earth and its things will end here
O,sleep has closed those kind eyes of yours
and your head death's hand has laid in dust.