Come from the South,
And soothe me,
Let me bask
N'ime gi
O peaceful ikuku,
If only the world
Was gentle like you,
We'd all be happy.
Come from the North,
Let us embrace each other,
Let me be lost,
In your love, ihe ọma
You're a blanket
For my lover and I,
How we cherish moments
Spent with you, ezigbo ikuku.
Dear ikuku,
Come with gentle ocean tides,
Come with soft whispers
And memories of yore...
(c) Chukwudi I.
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