It’s been more than 20 to 30 rains, how time flies
We hop from foot to foot
The palm trees have been sawed for new drums
The agogo(bell) is sounding at the village square
Mothers hurry to finish the meals and hurry in smiles
With their slippers adding to the sound of the drums
Flip, flop, flip-flop goes the sound
Mothers recall this day a long time ago when the agogo and drum sound could be heard
Then mothers were maidens
The sound of the gong and drums at this time
Signifies the maiden coming of age dance
Maidens come forth, it is your coming of age
Suitors to be would be there to watch you dance the ogene dance steps
The suitors have gathered
The suitors are eager to make their choice
Mothers of groom to be are here
They are ready to make a choice for their sons
All is set
All is ready, except there are no young maidens left
There are none ready to dance the moon light dance
The great coming of age dance of our land
This great moment is fading away
We have lost so much
We are losing this again to what is termed civilization
Our culture has grown wings and are flying away
Our custom is being buried with our grand mothers
Today the ogene and agogo has sounded
But none has responded
No hurrying footsteps to our square
Cos none understand what the sound means
Disco, break dance, shuffles and raps have taken oven
Who will dance the maiden dance?
The sound of the ogene calls
The sound of the agogo is calling
But none to dance the maiden dance.
There is no maiden left to hearken to the sound
Where have all our maidens gone?
why are they not responding to the sound of ogene or agogo?
Mothers where are your daughters? why are they not lined up for suitors like in your
The answer is simple, they can not cos civilization has taken them. The lure of the West is
in their hearts.
The ways of the white man has made it impossible for our tradition and culture to be in
They are called by the lure of a tradition and culture they know nothing about.