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’