Ngba


I am Ngba the game of Ndi igbo
Played by men of stone chest,
And stone skin.
Where legs will gather to gaze.
A trail of our culture, amusement, and unity.
Fueled with the aura of the talking Ogene and flutes.

A breeze of youthfulness to the old,
seated with horns of wine to gaze
clamouring, clamouring,
if it were in those days of our youth.
When men were metals

Ngba the weapon enemy.
Bone to bone, Man to man.
who will fall, who will stand
The crowd cries in curiosity,
On this ground of mockery and shame,
Woooo, goes the loser.
I am Ngba, the game of Ndi Igbo.

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