Come, come, and let us go
through the eyes of time’s portals,
to the magical, ancient land of Thuso,
where ordinary (wo)men, mere mortals
dare to do the sacred work of angels and saints.
Come, come, and let us go
through the eyes of time’s portals,
to the magical, ancient land of Thuso,
where ordinary (wo)men, mere mortals
dare to do the sacred work of angels and saints.
We, the flock, can smell
That bullshit you’re trying to sell.
Don’t think for a moment that we don’t know
that you’re putting up a hell of a fake ass show.
We came here today, exactly for this;
You are our escape from madness, our seventh day of bliss.
Listen to the AUDIO version of the poem below.
Across Benue-Niger rivers and nameless oceans
Through harmattan clouds and Saharan skies
We journey from the old world to the new,
The mystery before us, seduced us like a sorceress
And yet not knowing what was ahead,
We dared to embrace our journey