The way you wield the sword And raise the battle cry With strength and will Shirt coloured with blood Our enemies blood Akabueze "Hand is king" Isn't that what it means? Your name! The circumstance surrounding your birth Birth your name Was it because your mama was alone When she pushed in pain For several hours Your Papa was in Boma Pushing and pushing Kegs of palm wine And "seeds" of Huto The gambling game. Akunna your eldest sister's cry He ignored Shouting "just this one and I'm done" Wasn't that what he always said But the path from his house To Boma Became clearer and clearer Like the path to "Idemili" Our only source of water "Mama is giving birth" Derinka the herbalist laboured For several hours Chanting And praying to the spirits The spirits of our ancestors But your Papa insisted He never left Boma Till he won or was exhausted from drinking Every Kobo he willed to Boma. Akunna ran back to your m...
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