The tales of hunters inspire this painting passed down through generations and I have encapsulated the very essence of a hunter’s spirit here.

In the heart of Yorubaland, a tale unfolds,
Of an Ode, a hunter, brave and bold.
With a local gun, crafted with care,
And charms that make beasts stop and stare.

His eyes bear a scar, a mark of his strife,
A testament to his rugged life
In the forest’s depth, under the moon’s glow,
He treads where others fear to go.

His charms, a shield against the night,
Guiding him with their mystic light
His gun, a beacon of his might,
In the silent forest, his only light.

His scar, a story etched on his face,
Of battles won in the hunting chase
A symbol of courage, of trials past,
Of a spirit, unyielding and steadfast.

Ode, the hunter, in colors bright,
Red as courage, blue as night,
Yellow as the breaking light,
A portrait of grace in the moon’s soft light.

In the face of adversity, he stands tall,
With bravery, courage, and faith above all.
Ode, the hunter, a tale to be told,
In the heart of Yorubaland, brave and bold.

I am ODE and you can be ODE too