I picture the serenity of the beautiful waters of Karukera,
as I listen to the sound of the Igarra falls,
with the rugged devotion of a palmwine tapper,
Bordered on the east by hills, and tall trees in the west,
The river appear shallow, but I do not tread to dive in,
Rather, I find solace, drinking Kunu, the rosé of northern Nigeria,
And from such an exalted apotheosis,
I exclaim: "Life is beautiful"