A Long Walk To The Promise Land

A distance echo calls
Deep down my heart it calls
Inside my ears it resounds
In my memory it recalls
A call to the promise land

Biblically I remember Canaan
Thou shall not happen to my tired feet O great divinties
I want to see with my eyes
The beauty of my land where my umbilical cord was planted
I want my barefoot to feel the richness of the promise land

I will jump from pyramids to pyramids
From bamboos to bamboos
Stop at the Nile of the Pharaoh to quench my thirst
Rest along the congo to feed from its breast
Wash my feet at the huts along the rivers of Niger

The promise land will not be far away from the butchers house
I will stop by to buy a pound of meat
As a traveller from a Million miles away
I will rest for a day
Prepare myself for the prophecy

When I reach home, the promise land
I will order a cloth from Ananse’s loom
Purchase a golden broom
To sweep off a thousand year kept dusty room
Bath in Adome to Akosombo
I hope to be welcomed with dondo

A distance echo calls
Now my smile will be with tears
Am a lost warrior, missing in action
But the shatterd dreams still lives in action
Accomodate me O promised land of God
As the rivers did to my tired body

*Adome = a name of a River
* Akosombo = a name of a River
*Dondo= The ampit talking drums

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