Nwa Nnam (For the Land of the Rising Sun)

Though different tongues we speak

In our veins flows the same blood

From different wombs we were mothered

Yet the same lineage tells our story

Let it be remembered

That father’s turgidity gave us life

One that we could attempt to erase from our history

But in itself, we can never remove from our identity

If our kinsmen will not gift you a piece of the bounty,

It will be unjust not to grant you leave to hunt your game

I share your grief, brother,

For we all must feel equal to be equal

Your pain is mine as well

For the stool belongs to us all

The Oracle have spoken severally

And severally, the kingmakers have rephrased their words

Now all you wish is Exile

And you have chosen to pitch your tent

Far away from the land of your birth

May the ancestors be with you if it is their will

And if farewell must be said

Let it be said peacefully

And in Peace

For we always will be BROTHERS

Maka Ibu Nwa Nnam