You kept awake the embers of our clan
You were the breath that measured
the heart of our ethnic fire
...
When leopards hunt
in the shadows of time,
my forefathers walked the dark with their spotted coats of courage,
their eyes like gleaming stars in a midnight forest,
...
In the hush of first dew, where whisdpers weave,
Ants tread softly on a tapestry of leaves.
Each carrying grains from the earth's deep chest,
Preserving their paths in a dance manifest.
...
Tears For The Keeper
You kept awake the embers of our clan
You were the breath that measured
the heart of our ethnic fire
Wherever you are, we miss you
Wherever you are, we love you
There are no more fires here
Our hearths were handed to predators
By those who became lords after you
Wherever you are, we miss you
Wherever you are, we remember you
(c) Nwafor Oji Awala