He comes! He comes!
Striding along on camel-rug in triumph.
Yes, stranger, we are making ourselves ready!
Agyei the warrior is drunk–
The green mamba with the fearful eyes.
Yes, Agyei the warrior,
He strides along the camel-rug in triumph,
Make way!
He comes! He comes!
Stamping on his prisoners likes sandals.
Yes, stranger, we are making ourselves ready!
Adum Agyei is drunk,
The green mamba, Afaafa Adu!
Yes, Agyei the warrior,
He strides along the camel-rug in triumph,
Make way!
Translated by K. Nketia
‘Akan Poetry’
