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    Africa To India

    Whispering from a crying voice, deep sour rejection, the wind Favors a traveling soul. In Oja you can speak with the grand spirits calling across the Oceans. Help a lost stanza to come up, the melody is here for you to play, from Africa to India. Let the drum beat laud, its tale our folk will tell.

    (Listening Poem) Prince Udeh