Back to my roots

I will go back to the land of my fathers
On the very soil they toiled
I shall stand bare footed
Ogling at the Idumili River
As her waves moves like the waist of a maiden
To the rhythm of the musical drum
I shall stand bare with a linen cloth to cover my groin
I will come with my offering of a spotless white cock
And a calabash of kola nut
On the very earth my ancestors toiled
I shall offer the blood of the spotless cock
Calling on the names of my father’s as I confess my heresy
I will pray for their mercy as I break the kola nut
On Idumili River I shall be rebaptized



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