I come from a community that is more lethal than Misri the land of Pharaoh, in times of Moses and Aaron,
A clan that drains out bowels of mighty men around the African continent,
Masters of black magic, to mention but a few, the power to turn men to women in a fraction of a second,
A land that knows not authority, here life disputes are solved traditionally, they say courts are left for cowards,

For a toddler to survive up to the age of seven is a miracle that will forever be told in history,
Evil and scornful eyes of sorcerers’ hang around the village tall trees,
Seeking to devour every young soul within, born or unborn, “dreadful killers of the east!”
Agents of the fallen angel, Lucifer, work hand in hand with the cursed generations of cattle, birds and beasts of the sea,

Armed with their dark tools of execution, they never close their red eyes when there’s a pregnant woman around,
At three am these “snakes” are everywhere planting seeds of destruction and bad omen!
Others are running naked across the townlet with giant buffalo horns filled with charms,
At that very dark hour that the son of man died at the cross, the devil rises up to commence his pernicious work!

Upon all these devilish acts of jealousy, stood aside a man who decided not to follow the ways of the world,
When our wicked neighbours were seeking to terminate my forefathers lineage,
My father chose not to eat from the same plate as they, but to trust in the superiority of the heavens,
That’s the reason up to date, I fear the black African owl with ball-like eyes, he is among the soldiers of the dark world!