MY UNIQUE CULTURE(POEM) || DAUDA YAYRA

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My Unique Culture

Culture is the eye of my people It looks through the future And take a stroll through the beautiful heritage of my land  It put me first on the map And sells me on the market of the worldImagine those days when my song alone can put a smile on the face of My mother, Africa, cast your mind back It was transpired in the heart of the village men and speak wisdom  Incarnated with memories of the pastTomorrow let the drums be beaten
On the taste of the palace
Bow the maidens of my village
And teach them Adowa and Kete
Let my people understand that Kente is resplendent and the Kings favorite
On the taste of the palace Bow the maidens of my village And teach them Adowa and Kete Let my people understand that Kente is resplendent and the Kings favoriteThe words from wise man Who sits under the prolific fruit Of knowledge will the young There was a past and a part of the story in the chest of a woman So, where is our festivalsThose days, when a woman is walking on the heart of a man His soul sit calmly in the mind And think of Schnapps with Palm wine To look for this beautiful garden And pluck his desired flowersOh indeed my Culture is unique And Africa has breastfed us With the milk that is now considered as Sur But, no matter how falling your mother's breast has choked her body You cannot compare it to that of a virgin's pawpaws.I am an African
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