“Ngondo” the rite of succession
A river crossing the mossy land
Its water a dreary murky flow
Its depths a bottomless endless hollow
From its bed arises an oracles wand
To direct the people’s choice
To its abyss the herald goes
A human as all can see
Pressed “nsanja” and a dry tea
Walking in his weight on toes
To take a message from the gods
Dry he delves into the waters
Unwet he arises from its pits
The response a leader seat
A calabash sort after
From it the successor name
The elders sit around waiting
For the gods have spoken
A leader has been chosen
The messenger declaring
A new chief to anoint The Heralds
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