I know a place where the days never ends in Africa
Where the smell of Christmas awakens every heart to joyful celebration
The shore calls me to dance in the moon light again
The euphoria of celebration fills the Cross Riverian sky
The earth,
even the earth awaits the weight of celebration
Lips can't be wiped clean of tales of the last
The hearts of sons and daughters far and near are called by the drums of the Carnival
Excitement meets every face
Hospitality meets every heart
Christmas cheer is every where
From December's first to thirty first
The sea of love breaks its banks
And washes away ever strife or difference the past months nurtured
The Carnivals drum rolls is irresistible
Young teach old the latest dance steps
Strangers are break customary silence and embrace intimacy
Calabar, my Calabar, land of milk, joy and colors
Wine, music and beautiful damsels
Tasty dishes, epic landscapes and rich culture
Where else would I be when the Carnival drums call
© Kyng David. 2013. All rights reserved
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