Come my son, Come Africa
And I will show you something
Something you are looking at
But have not seen.
You watch the Atilogwu dance
You gaze at the Peacock
And in your wonder, you feel more lost
See, see, see
For the Atilogwu dancer
Monotony is a taboo
What makes her dance powerful?
Tis the tango...,
Of her different swift moves
And the beats of the Igba and Ogene
Her symphony evokes power and great energy
See, see, see
The plumage of the peacock
Showcasing its fine ornament
Getting you lost for a moment
As you slip into oblivion.
How magical are its many colors
That they come together
To form the beauty you behold
See my son, see Africa
Differences destroys not a society
But makes a community
Tis your pride, live in it.
For the day is coming
When the greatest pride
Would be, to be African
The gods bless thee