A sleepy town
Down South-West
Has become a treasure island
That houses the brewer.
Down South-West
Has become a treasure island
That houses the brewer.
Nineteen-Seventy-nine
Her journey began
In a little town name Imagbon
Brewing the 33� and Hi-Malt contents.
Now in the South-East
There had spread their tentacles
In Awomma-ma her abode is crowned
For a continue brewing of her contents.
Here in your abode I did my serve year
Imagbon, a land in Ijebu-Ode
Many stories of you I have to tell
Stories that sometime makes me glad.
Ijebu-Ode, land of mighty warriors,
Heard you are stingy in nature
But to me prudent is your watchword
You are truly a nature in itself.
I came, I saw, I conquer
Now I can tell your story
Maybe that should be kept to mind
But of all, you showed me another side of life.
�Nsikak Andrew, 10th October, 2007