Song of continent
We all heard the cries.
Amidst the throb of life and pain, the journey of Alekwu to world of the living.
Some say I will return as a king, others as a hero, myth or legend.to the animals im a lion, a tiger or a monkey.tell this story to no one but our kingsmen, our clanheads and belove inlaws.
Our wives don't make love in the afternoon else you born me with shames of deformities.
Our husbands don't be drunk while you prepare my journey.else I comes with jugs of palmwine and blast of reddish eyes.
Our youth don't migrate from thousand damsels, remain loyal as I dribble through the course of linage.else you split my countless talents head and foots..
Our Midwives be at alert for my coming is of royality and divinity.else you welcome me as a slave.
Our generation be of good progeny, our kinsmen be brave and hearty for Africa is born of gold.we linger through moments of darkness, we sale our tales with witchcraft and voodo.our song have much echo, our past hold much of our future.
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