Come My Son, Come Africa...

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