Ekabo to an ocean filled with wishes,
an ocean filled with sand.
I mean a heart that beats like a band.
This is a famished land filled with dishes,
a desert where roasted bread is grown,
where heavy downpour makes the subjects drown.
But no one else knows this story,
there’s only one witness who shares this glory.
You can ask my blind, deaf, dumb friend,
he saw all this till the end.
Together we hid jars of mischief,
jars that must never be seen by the chief.