You were great and wise omuntu
The birds and the trees in my village sang your honor,
I also heard my mother and grandfather of my father loved you.
Oh! Great Omuntu,
Wise one
children and grandchildren
and I your neighbor
Will never see you again!
But you will live in our soils
And our ancestors will welcome you with joy
You died here
But you've been buried
In a 1000 villages
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