I’ll sing you a song, only if you promise to dance to its tune
A song of love, of strength, of patience and of praise
Get the drums ready, get the tambourines, the harp and the flute
Gather the people in the square
For we shall not sing songs of triumph in closed doors
The toil and struggle for fulfilment will be celebrated in the open
Prepare the dancers, the rhythmic body shifters
That will dance the dance of victory and virtue
Arrange the orchestra, the angelic nightingales
That will illuminate the square with the harmony of sweet soprano
We have long awaited this day of melodious ambience
The day that we march in one accord
To show off our pride of inestimable value
They think you’re weak for they have lost sight of your strength
Sometimes they presume you moody when they couldn’t pay attention
Other times they assume you’re naïve when they’re devoid of love
Your beautiful scars and flawless presence
Are too incomprehensible to the ordinary soul
She is ushered out of her hiding place as chants of praises fills the air
She moves graciously round the square in her aura of uncontrollable joy
She is beautifully dressed in her priceless attire with royal embellishments
The color of which can only be fathomed by minds of remarkable vision
She has been given a seat at the table, to rule, to love and to nurture
She is a flower that blooms into perfection
She is purple.


Wura is an inquisitive and outspoken young lady who is definitely not your average, regular girl. She is a writer who likes to have fun. This is her personal space, her canvas and most interestingly, her gossip place. She's your everyday gist partner.

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March 9, 2018 at 7:27 pm

I love the beautiful atmosphere of this. It must be from wakanda

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