The sun's set time gradually draws the pillow for the king of the day to go to bed. The giant burner is gradually sinking down the hollow of the mountains after a hard day's work. Needless now, is the shade of the willow tree as the king of the night now opens its window.
Distantly, sounds the rhythm of Awilo and up the hill, the drums' rhythm bellow. The thrilled black dancer wriggles his waist right below the hill. What an amazing sight to behold.
The fainting light ray clearly reflects his dancing shadow. The rhythm and wriggling are proud African delicacies to swallow. This is a showcase of a true African hero. It is a typical symbol of pride in our African Shiloh.
Though the sunset may usher in our hero, there is no set time our hero cannot billow. Though the tradition may seem to wallow, our spirit of heroism will remain hallow.
Arise, African Spirit of Heroism. Arise!True BEAUTIES of Africa.