THE SOURCE

THE SOURCE
 
Hurray!! To the Sacred treasure with pleasure I called 

Learning how to speak I called Maama before  Daada

The source of salt, the unending pleasure without measure

The hope of man,  d best of her kind, 
Ding dong ding dong she rings in my mind

Who m I without thee
U, a blessed fruitful tree

I praise the day thou bore me
Every moment being blessed as I live 

Woe!! to d slanderous man
Hu forsake the origin of man;

The cushion of life, the pacifier,
The only door connecting me n God the Almighty the fortifier

I love you Thy Land of my birth n the source of my worth
I will always be part of this life long tree till death 

©️®️N. Eve

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