Ojal: Lamentation
Ojal, Ojal, Ojal
The son of the soil
Son of the rivers,
Son of the plains,
Is this really you brother?
They have done
The best they wanted
For and of you.
Have you gone to glory?
Son of Ojungo
You have gone to the clouds
The sky, your soul shall linger
The stars company they make
We will meet brother
Ours in wait, unknown the timer.
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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