ASEWA

Where are my sons?
Where are my sons?
Where are the sons of Asewa?
I, Asewa the great warrior
Husband and father to many
Who crush a lion with hands-bear?

My friend, my friend
Tell me, please where my sons are
I know you are great
You are the greatest albino of the open sea
Fire eyes, fire mouth
You conquer many lands
Your fear now is mine

Where are my sons?
Where are my sons?
The sons of my youthful groin
My feet in sinks in the red soil
I age and need a cloth to cover me
My backcloth is ragged
Tattered as the baobab leaf

Tell me where my sons are
Let dusk come near
Let chicken home to roost
My sons strangely wander
Let them fall into me
Into the strong arm of Asewa

A Dane-gun is no use to a weak arm
Need I see a scraggy face in a mirror?
That the flesh of my gut lay far far
In Navado, a great sea barn
The son of Asewa
My flesh and my blood