Oh ursela,
My only child,the child of her mother, my adorable daughter. He who curses you shall be cursed, he who looks down on you shall be looked down on. No harm shall come nigh you. You are blessed and nothing shall ever hurt you. Go in peace and remain blessed.


Thunder shook the whole earth,
Lightening across the sky
A sign of rainbow
An eagle flew passed to safety.
It was time for the clouds to let down their tears, it has been holding it for long. What iniquity could have over powered it to a saddened motion? Times came and went,the soil became thirsty of water and weakened by inaduate supply. So much to learn of the nature of the universe, so much to put on paper,so much to tell to the unborn generation. I doubt if they understand, doubt if they will put the culture and heritage to heart. Oh! No they won't, they will probably consider it as old fashioned and try to manipulate,it in their own desirous nature of unsatisfied hunger. They will talk against it and will even fight it with their last blood.

Tell me what you think now, how will the culture grow now? How can we get to be proud of the yet to be generation. Oh yes! We need sacrifices, we need to offer to the gods of the land to help us prevent our young ones on not to turn away from the actual nature of the world. We need to make the path straight so they will never abandon our very own traditions and follow the foot steps of the outsider. They can't follow the whiteheads and forgot the struggles that we had to ride through for this great nation. No we need to purify their minds against evil and prepare them on how to serve the gods and to understand that money, fame,power ain't everything but it worth something.

Here comes the shower, the beautiful rain that watereth the earth. Oh!the soil is happy now. So much to quench the taste, so much to feed on.
Let the earth hear our voices, let the soil listen to our cry and harken unto our voices and deliver these words to our generation to come.

So much to learn, so much to consider,so much to put in practice. But how can we really say so much with so little a time. Now is the time for the land to fight and the soil to raise up the voices.
Peace to the world
Peace to the soil
Peace to our country
Peace to Nigeria

Pele o, Nelson Mandela

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Pele o, Nelson Mandela

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