They said he could lit a match on his beards.
That he could walk on red coal, with foots bare,
and can even handle fire with palms unshelled.
They say his saliva is fuel.
It seems everything they say of him
describes a dragon.
But look at his picture, you will see a lion.
His beards form about his big head like they are the mane-furs.
His speech sounds more like a roar than words.
His fingers are claws-
I remember he tore a whole country down before.
And when he came back from the war, he was titled our strength- Ikemba one!
He is an Nnewi son.
The elixir of greatness that makes legends immortal, is contained in our water’s salt.
He has truly drank from nwangene-our water source.
He is a true son.
He lives after his funeral, his name was not a tattoo.
He encrusted it in the sun, its shadow on the sands of time is true.
And Nnewi will always be proud too.
She will always be mentioned, whenever they call Ojukwu.