Like an ever burning incense lit by the Gods on the ancestral hills of life,
As a continuous stem of existence,
Cause this flames to burn through us,
Each soul a flicker,
Each death, an enormous contribution to the continuous pool of ancestors.
Our life, a fragile reminder that this too is just a phase.


De night no bed yet.
Dey guard give we.
May the memories of you inspire a thousand more generations.
Live on in us.
Like dust carried away by the winds,
May your legacies touch the world through us.

Flow flow flow through us.
The blood you gave shall birth nations.

Our cry is not for the now
We cried those cries yesterday.
Our cry is for the future .
Tears shed by the sun, for a life lived.
Till then.
All We pray for is time, time, time greased with patience.
Rest well, rest easy.
Yenedzoa na de nyuie.