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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required TILL WE MEET AGAIN Have you seen the sun smile recently? I have seen him smiled in the season of my Song in the year of the great harvest of yams. Everyday is a gift, every moment is a blessing, Every life holds a beauty of its own, but the Day of our calling we cannot escape it for Life and death has a common boundary to humans. Tell every one that I love them very dearly, To ijeoma; tell her that I won't forget those Days when we danced naked under the rain. The rain kissed her smiles with a holy kiss Which beamed with a mountainous dreams of love. Tell Ugonna of my pains, suffer not the enemy to live Bring back the abducted girls from the forest Keep singing those songs to mother for peace. Forsake not the shrine of our forefathers, There our lives began after the harmatten Live every stone untouched and every woman in The family compound should not become widow for long. I am going not in joy but in tears since I can not Reject the call of the ancestors. Lower the hurricane lamp in the village square And make peace with the gods for I must Journey down beyond to tell our forebears the harm They have done to us. They abandoned and sold us to the enemy I will tell them of the falling fence in the compound, I will tell them the oil that have dried in the mouth of the gods. No one is able to baptise their mouths with oil Because we have none to give. Take care of the mourning sheep in the compound Treat the children well and give my sister the right Man forget not the tradition of our people, I will keep watch from beyond till we meet again.
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