"Ibe"
Ibem, my mates have moved on...
Their journey tracing the barely travelled paths.
I tried to whet my feet on the stones of grief
To brush off the blunt faces of happiness
Gazing at my slumber and slugger
Mana ijem siri ike.
Ijem, the voices we hear
Call our feet to various crossroads
Where decision and fate tumble upon each other.
You call to mind the day we set out,
Eager as each smile opens a new chapter of this phase
Mana nkem no na akachukwu.
Nkem, the voices of love that refuse to grow faint,
Through the night struggles with life,
Through the roaring laughter of mockery,
Through the jeers of small minds,
We have risen a great clan forged by sincere tears, true
love in one heart.