Nkporo Okwe, the glory of all land,
Where Eze Aja dwells and reign bravely.
There john Ogbu agwo slain thousand soldiers
and was lifted shoulder high triumphantly.
Obodo man was also bred there with a silver spoon.
A home of hope and transformation of goals.
The loamy never fail at harvest,
that is why you could witness a great new Yam feastival
Where tubers of yam like a woman lap is
Used for sacrifice to the gods of Harvest.
And the villagers in high spirit dancing Nzogbu -Nzogbu
Glorifying the creator and their Chi for a bountiful harvest.
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