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He blew the instrument twice,
Ululations were heard from all corners of the palace,
He started to sing,
The drums and other instruments were heard beating hard
As the group of ten girls from Chiungwa village entered the palace,
Wearing traditional attires and walk on the sequence of line,
Walked to the dancing portion singing,

(The king, the Prince, today we have visited you,
We, the village of CHIUNGWA,
Chiungwa of beautiful girls,
Girls of redness far of that of sun,
Internal and external beauty girls of Chiungwa,
The girls who wash with milk and honey,
The girls of the well made cheeks,
With breasts still standing like Xhu small mountain,
The girls of morals merged to tradition.)

Reaching where the King and a Prince sitting,
In front of them
They all fell down on their side to show respect and greeting,
Until they King welcomed and ordered them to stand up,
As they stand up,
The man blew instrument,
All the instruments in the palace followed the suite,
And the song started by the girls as they stood up,
Everyone in the palace followed the song, 

(The king, the Prince, today we have visited you,
We, the village of CHIUNGWA,
Chiungwa of beautiful girls,
Girls of redness far of that of sun,
Internal and external beauty girls of Chiungwa,
The girls who wash with milk and honey,
The girls of the well made cheeks,
With breasts still standing like Xhu small mountain,
The girls of morals merged to tradition.)

The girls danced until twelve midnight,
Midnight under the very clean moon and lights made for function,
The Prince ordered the entire palace to be silent,
Silent as he is going to make an important announcement,
The entire palace became silent and the Prince spoke,

“I, N’wa l’le, the Prince of Vitsiza kingdom,
After a thorough thinking,
I have came to this conclusive decision,
Decision that will not be overturned or reversed,
As I have reached my point of choosing a bride,
I announce that,
I choose all ten girls of Chiungwa village to be my brides,
My brides with equal status before me,
So. I rest my decision there with no option to be challenged,
Thank you,
I will ask the song to continue and all of them  to proceed,
To proceed to stand before me and my king for blessings.”

After all these the music struck,
And all ten girls proceeded to the front,
The king gave the blessings from first to the ninth girl,
After he blessed the tenth, he fell down,
Fell down like a rotten pole,
All of a sudden there was no breath on the King,
And the heart-beating went silent,
Seems like he left the world these way.
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