When the drums are throbbing

When the drums are throbbing

And the black youths

Have raised much dust

You dance with vigour and health

You dance naughtily with pride

You dance with Spirit,

You compete, you insult, you provoke

You challenge all

-Song of Lawino, Okot P’Bitek

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