From Ancestor to Descendent

There was an Elimbari man
He decided to leave
His home for a much better home
So soon he had to leave

He left for the Wahgi river
He reached the river’s edge
He hastily cut down a tree
By the wild river’s edge

The tree did fell across the gorge
The widened gorge was bridged
He walked on it and reached beyond
He felt he was obliged

And meant to start new life again
He was adventurous
He found a perfect place to rest
The cave looked mysterious

The night came and he was so tired
He slept in the strange cave
In the night, a maid visited
He was fed, food she gave

The next day came and went, he stayed
In the cave, he found home
She visited every night
He stayed for this was home

They got married and lived in cave
For many days they stayed
She got pregnant and had a son
She had their son, the maid

They were very happy for him
They called their young son Bro
With Bro, they still lived in the cave
A son came after Bro

They were pleased and named him Moiwo
They continued living
In the cave with Moiwo and Bro
Their family thriving

They had yet another young son
He was named Baniga
They were happy in the cave with
Bro, Moiwo, Baniga

Left the next season for mountain
They left and searched for land
When they reached the top, they rejoiced
Glad they were for free land

They cut down trees in the forest
And built a proper house
They cultivate the land, plant crops
They built a garden house

They raised animals, mainly pigs
Their pigs grew in numbers
They became rich with pigs and food
Their kids grew in numbers

The maid yet got pregnant again
She gave birth to a son
They so named the young child Yaulo
They were glad for this son

They went on colonizing land
No man lived in Yobai
They were the first people to dwell
They called the place Yobai  

They had another son again
They called his name Yori
They were extremely happy
They all loved young Yori

Yori found favour in Bro’s eyes
Bro looked out for Yori
In all good and bad days they had
Hand in hand, Bro-Yori

They sought the highest mountain range
They both built destiny
Bro built his house on the range tip
By Yori’s destiny

On Arigigi hill, Bro dwelt
Yori's home, Mogoi hill
Brothers they were, arm into arm
Glad, home on lofty hill

Arigigians flourished
With children and orchids
Amongst the children was Welbe
He grew among orchids

He grew up into a fine man
He found a good young maid
They courted in the 'singsing' house
Dowry given for maid

He married yet the pretty maid
She was Golen-tongo
They had three sons and a daughter
Dad’s mum’s Golen-tongo

My Dad’s name is Gongo-Hama
He married my mother
Then I was born an only child
My name’s On-Nimilla