Daybreak on a fertile land
The moon met only the lucky ones who sleep sound
Patience is finally over, palace of mgbago call


To our ancestors and gods
Who shall pray to them for us
For our soil has breed forth new gift


Call relatives both home and in diaspora
Let the gray hair meet the young
Only the best wrestler beat his chest..village king Kong


Traditional music sets, please roll the drums
Pour more wine, bring more yam
We had spent most of our time in farms


Ada nneyi thrills the crowd, ijele follows suits
Men grab palm leaves , boys scampers with joy
The chief priest is honored, his his white yam soaked in oil


Bountiful harvest indeed, indeed my barn is bound to full
Another planting season so close
Her harvest is pregnant, sleep with hoes





(the new yam festival in nneyi umueri, anambra state)
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hmmm....DOPE....I Love this poem especially stanza five