AJUKWU BY FRANCIS ABADOM
In the wink and dusk of day The very dead of night The resting moments of man The walking hours of clayless being The moon illuminates in the sky From far the drum approaches; Sending the sensation of coldness Like the wind of winter Yet the brave sweats

Listen! As they (ancestors)sing They demand no light Nor the warmth company of a woman Nor their curiosity to behold But the wisdom of men And the courage of youths

Alas! The cock gives warning It means night is taking natures course Thus the drum would pass To obey the God of day If all night be thus let no day come For culture is beautiful.