It flowed from its home,
it flowed from its birth place,
it flowed without a sense of
direction.
It flowed with the beauty of the
river god,
and with the gong-gong sounds,
a bow of a ray of sun was a crown
of authority of the river god.
As clear as the sky,
as mighty as the roar of a lion,
as noble as a sacrifice from a
virgin has it gained supremacy
in its territory.
And from the east it migrates,
a love of a colourful dreams were
born.
Franz Enyam Nutsugah
