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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Have we but all the time under the sun I won’t have journey alone to faraway mountain To secure the destiny of the commoners from the Jews I could have waited until the conversion of the Jews But destiny has its own way of dealing on individuals Am gone out of the surface but not from your heart Free the birds without songs but not my slaves Until the blacks are free from bribery and corruption Shall I return to announce that I am black Black in the heart, black in the body and soul Return the paradise to my people in Nkporoland Paradise lost, jungle regained in the African kingdom If tomorrow never come as I journey down Say me well to Nkporoland for she is a true mother She beheld me in her arms and cleansed my tears Fed me with her succulent breast with no sad face Say ne well to oganigwe, the great hunter We danced under the rain before the sun when The colonial masters returned the titles to us. Then we shared wives and mistress in the dark To igwebuike, he acted just like his name He stood against all odds to raise the Biafran flag During the war between the two elephants of the forest Say me well to them that wished me journey mercy to the field The football field is large but my broad heart is large If you could separate the three hands of the fan You could separate my love for the unborn generations Say me well to my children, children of the eagle I look not in pain rather I drive to achieve my aims Say me well to my wife- my growing vegetable Words unsaid hurt a lot in the heart of the beholder Never abandon my wish for the days are evil.
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