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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Onu Uzo Anaghi Esiesi Ikuku efeghi Osisi Oji adaa Mmiri ezoghi, Ukwu aja erebie Awo ejila ehihie gbaa soso Kedu Ihe nwa ogbenye ga meme Oburu na ndi ogaranya anwusiala Okwu ba n‘ ego ukwu Aluba ogu kpobe asa Imara na ike agwula dike Dimkpa ne agbazi oso ni ihu agha Oburu na ihe ka Nte bakwute Nte na onu Ochewe echiche onuzu owere ososo Onu uzo isi gbaghara ozo Mana orughi onuzo-owere na mbu Osisi ogoglgogo na ahu ihe ezoro ezo Uzo ogologo na echeta ihe mere na mgbe Onu uzo anaghi esi esi n' mbu. ------------------------- The Narrow Gate. (Translation) No Iroko falls without a wind. No mud wall melts without the rain. A toad does not race the afternoon sun for nothing. If the rich are dropping like dry leaves What hope is left for the poor? When justice is bought with bags of gold, When cowards lead and champions fold, You know the warrior’s strength is spent. When the brave turn back and flee the front, The shield is broken, heart melted, lacking affronts. What would the vulnerable and the poor face off, If the rich and the powerful dies off? When a threat too big forces the gate, Think fast, move fast, or meet your fate. The escape route you took before is gone A trap where freedom used to dawn. The tall tree spots the hidden snare. The long road remembers who walked there. But the final door is never too tight We all pass through into the night. Together, are the witnesses to mysteries Trees, knows where truths, secrets are hidden intently Roads are the custodians of truth and histories A Road/ Pathway/ Entrance Never Close Permanently
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