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My Ambaland: Free, Free, O Free At Last

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OCTOBER 1

When I rose
To the hilarious triumph of
My people, the drum beats
Of victory, the breath and breadth
Of glory, seeth marrows with yee and glee.

Our tomorrow’s uncertainties
Buried in whistles that like trumpets,
Announced our own, our time.

Limb by limb, brain by brain
Young and old, man and woman,
From north to south, a dream we
Built for generations unknown.

Yes, we toiled away uncertainties
For our unknown, but ours anyway.

Laugh out the pain of marginalisation
Laugh out the pain of annexation,
Laugh in glory, laugh in jubilation,
Ambaland, the land of glory, the land
Of honey.

Finally, we breathe and Chant
The eternal line of a yearning people, this time,

Free, free, O free at last!

My Ambaland.

By Nkwelle Asurance

 

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