The story of sundiata and summanguru

Great time,
it took,
before, sand,

gathered,
to make a hill,

greater time,
still,
did it take,
a hill,

to make a
mountain.

Long ago stories,
of bravery,
and valour,
were told of men,
not ordinary men.

An animal,
that lives,
in the wild,
seldom sleeps,
inside a house.

Fortsetzung folgt, wenn die Zeit reif dafür ist....









Will i hold on,
to this bird,

will i win,
the treasures lost.

I will win joy,
spanned,
on the longest
wing,

and i will see
beaty

in all, that i search

will i hold on
to this glorious bird.

                            E.E.




The procession,
was the highlight,
of the egwu-

festival, the long
line,
of masqurades,

and priest.

They walked in steady
rythme,
like to beats,
of the drummers,
and the entourage

of horn blowers.

The procession pushed
its way through the,
market road, to the

bushy bush path,
that led to the shrine
of Anni, and
Olokun.

Anni, priest in front,
and Olokun priests,
following.
Anni! ye me ke,
Iyu eze enyi, eze-anni

Anni Thank you
you our king, king-land.

Anni priests sang this,
to the land god.

Olokum nne miri,
ye me ye ke, Olokun

water, great mother
thank you, Olokun
sang, Olokun priests.

All made thier way, to
the sacred groove.

Within bouts of loud,
fire-works, some children
trew.

The musicians, drummed-
up a high psycadelic,
rythme
which trew the entire
procession in a trance
of dance,

and quick determined
steps, hastened thier
way,
to the groove.

Within loud praises, and
festive chants,
the elderly men, and
young children follow, at the
end.Leaving behind almost
and empty, village.

When not for the high-
titled men,
and the very old, who
for tradition.

Waited, back,
to recieve the,
procession.

On, thier return.

                            E.E.