Eko akete,
Where our wisdom is lost,
Where our identity is missed,
Where blind man leads full sighted folks
Where emotion is an alien
Where secularity under plays religion
Where leaders are led on goat’s string
Where men are beast to men,
Where thieves hold rallies
To the applauses of their victims,
Where all wisdom is lost
Where folly plays in high quarters
Yet,
Eko akete,
You’re home of wisdom.
If you know too much you’re of no good
If you know too less you’re a bike
If you’re moderate you are of no use
All are horses for the home-boys
Eko akete,
He who hugs you hugs thorns
She who kisses you kisses bristle
He who sees you and runs not
Has pains in ankle
He who waits on your promises
Invite poison to his heart
Eko akete, the home of wisdom!
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I would like to translate this poem
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