Mixed with crimson
and covered with wool.
They receive with hope
...
Ekombi; a dance of my motherland.
A dance that soothes the soul.
Ekombi; Efik's pride
...
I
a wanderer,
journey through three planes,
searching for where to call mine.
...
(Cheerful drum)
The wheels of my bicycle rolling with ease,
I ride along the rusty path of gray hairs.
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