Talking Drum

I am the drum

I have a voice

Meet my drummers

Their hands they are

That lend me voice

They drum me raw

My voice is hoarse

They beat me soft

My voice is not..

Their hands caress

I bleat in leaps

I know not what I say

Strange tongues I speak

I am that envoy

Who fears no Crown

Hewn from barks unknown;

Howl and bark,

I’ll growl

When tempest strikes the hands I know

My “oriki gan gan” (Praise name)

My name, “Gangan”

My dance you’ll learn

My voice, when I lend

O di dan dan (It is a must)

Odi gan a gbo. (The deaf shall hear)

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