Anyi mara Chukwu gboo!
Yes, we know gods before days
Our days are gods, named by Chukwu
Eke, Oye, Afo, Nkwo he named them
He is the Chi Okike, the Creator
The great God!
We, mmadu, fullness and beauty of life
Celebrate life, that when death strike
It is disbelief, grief for the brief life and anger
Speak Afa, speak through the oracles!
Tell us why, or who killed the dead
May death slay him, if it was
Yet, to accept death, we rant and ravage
The pathways, severing shrubs and plants
Looking for the dead wherever in ululation
He is dead, we accept, died to live now
For the antelope by the fire told the hunter
“I still have much word to speak in the drums”
Thus, death in ours in earth’s transition
To life like a grain of wheat that died to live
That our resignation is neither fear nor despair
It is the one who gave life, has taken back life
Did he consult us before creating us?
Hence, we celebrate to bargain with Chi Okike
We dance as tears roll and shoot den guns and cannons
We eat and drink and dance again
The masquerades, big and small thrill
In colours and misdemeanours !
That the dead may rest in peace