Beat your drums to heal my soul,
For life is like the puzzle around me today;
'Umualumaku', 'Umualumaku'! !
When am i going to meet your people once again?
of a village in the deep forest,
But, with a sad note of life.
I will never say my words and take them back,
'Uzo Ozioma'! !
As she suffered from two miscarriages;
A sad note indeed,
However, beat your drums to heal my soul!
For, without imagination, there is no philosophy.
The mus eof life and the muse of love in this village,
Wisdom is above knowledge and understanding;
And, without faculty there is no Degrees.
The muse of life and the muse of love in this village!
With the muse of the philosophers to create faculties;
For you and i to learn under the muse of the sun,
However, my mind and the works of my imaginations lead my soul.
A sad note,
But who will hold the wind when my wisdon touches your heart?
For, 'imagination is more important than knowledge'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem