MY VILLAGE EZIONUM

My village is the haven of the monkey gods

uniting the twelve brotherhood

springing from three root

Ezionum.

My village is spread on white sand 

with strengthened hands

ready to farm on a fruitful ground

Ezionum.

My village of many festival,

bringing it sons and 

daughters from afar.

Ezionum.

My village is like a graveyard at noon

and every noisy at eve.

The night is filled with sparkles of fire

Ezionum.

My village is known for her

undying traditions, songs of soul

and graceful dance. 

Ezionum.

Hidden within a

remote part of africa.

My root, My village

Ezionum.

Poem by enebeli prada