The night sky are clear of mist
dark yet full of twinkle lights
The moon is up in lonely trace of path
They say our ancestors gaze from hence
Beating drums and chanting voices
are heard rising the vibes of nightfall
Today we hear the young damsels sings
a song full of eminence beauty of the dawn
The cock crows from dwarf trees and huts
Goats bleat and birds sings for sunrise
Aged and young all seated across the warm fire
Telling the adventures of their prime
cities they will have loved to see
chanting at the wild game they hunted prey
Tell Chiara this is our story
A tale that started in little forest of hope
We were naked and wild with happy faces
Every time we see the season comes
the merriment that hold us bound
The keg of palm wine and kola nuts
Homage were courtesy visit to our fathers
How be it we suddenly lost all bonds?
Have we grew apart in civilization that
we no longer remember our folks?
Then we must remember how we walk these path
above the staircase of our youthful haul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem