Sounding Samba

Hunger accelerated my rest in the showering night Then i dreamt, in my dream i dream i heard a call In a cool voice telling me to go Go because you are a king The dawn chorus woke me up into another beautiful morning glow My head is swinging pendulously and my legs are willing to go So i went, faraway i went, Crossing three rivers, three lakes, three desert, three wild forest. In my final destination, i met three elders at the meeting of tripartite junctions “Young man where are you heading to” –they asked I am heading to my destination, cos i am a king and i am in search of a well suited destination for my royal reign – i replied the elders The i saw in their eyes a sorry feeling for a poor boy and they uttered : Eyes with all its visual acuity cannot see before the head tells the leg to go Hands far away from head give it its direction Hmnn , the destination belongs to the hand A hand that will rule all hands will work beyond its length Such will become an old hand An old hand is a king among all other hands That will surely gives a crown of honour to the head through her spirited effort Legs may just be willing to go, even prepare to run fasted But if hand be idle The head is far from being loyal to its royal.