Dear unwanted and far,
You live in an obi where no one but you calls home
But you dream of a love that
tastes like oroma
And when you pray there is doubt
in your heart
But a part of you believes in the
onwa magic
Where all the future kings and
army dance in circles
Still the love of oroma and the magic you believe in
I still know that your heart is
brave
It wants so badly to heal your
scars
But ancestral tales won’t
let you be
With the nightmare of fighting
you and angry me
You know you can love me
And you really want to try
I know I can love you
In your arms there is a good I
identify
Bawoni? Please let my silly tongue say
so
And the awful stench of ancestral
wisdom fall and die
Broken ripples in our ancestral
stream
Where our mothers and sisters use
to bath and swim
The memories of our dancing dad’s
who conquered the world
And told us it was beautiful to
believe
My heart says hello and I can
swear you eyes say bawoni
But we must dance history’s beats
Feigning ignorance in the truth
that we can be free
Bawoni and good bye, let’s fight
another day
As prisoners of custom and secret
lovers of the onwa play
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