Remembering those painted faces Remembering those men that ate grasses they believed would prevent bullets from penetrating through their skins
Remembering those harmattan days when women sang come back home with an enemy's head Remembering those fearful days we were made to believe our proud worriors were there to protect us the fruits of Ogume land
Remembering how proud we were of our worriors that came back home with human heads on their shoulders for the next IKENGA festival
Remembering fears
Remembering sleepless nights
Remembering times we praise our worrior for protecting us
Remembering we never thought of the opponents
Remembering we were glad to here Emu lost lots of their worriors
Remembering in pains and shame of our greedy past
The greed that never made the two neighbouring villages accept their defect.