Whenever Wherever
Whenever I hear the beat of a drum,
Wherever I may be,
I can’t veil this_
These radiant and ever refreshing memories
The slightest beat of a drum
Will bring smiles all over my face
Along with ever fresh memoirs,
Soothing my heart
With ever ringing songs and beats
Of “small London”; Dagbamate,
My most adored and lovable village
A village of togetherness, fun and excitements
And bits and bits of sorrows, grief and disappointments
The village of singing and drumming,
One which adores its culture
Holding it high above all others
The sounds from its drums
Can awaken your long dead prowess
Country on its own,
Is how I see my village.
Wherever I may be,
Whenever I hear drums beat,
I shall remember the ‘country on its own’
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