A rain drop given time grows into a mighty river, the song sang, its melody yonder, the stanzas balanced and the lyrics soothing.
Life is all about balance a fight to peace, a scream to silence a race to a stop.
Sweet are the morsels of memories of great time spent, of great advice given, of simple smiles and thunderous laughter.
Its the sweet gesture, a soothing handshake. It the blessings to the kindred and honour to the friends.
All giants once were, toddlers who depended, time made them emerge and Gods grace and favour nourished them. In the dusk they lay with a song of praise in their lips and in everlasting slumber night finds them.

Ikingi the patriarch, a great memory you leave. A warmth and a lesson, we bless the Almighty for thee