There is a lovely road
That runs through the canals Of Ekiadolor and Iguodia
Straight into the wilderness of Ovbieko.
It is a road that imprinted
In our very hearts
A future fast approaching
A bond silently ending
It is the beginning of our story
The footpath to our heritage
The echoes of our ambitions
The source of our contagious energy
Mama trod this path
With religious discipline.
The Road
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