In the land where palm trees sway, Efik dancers come out to play. Their steps are a rhythmic delight, Telling stories through the night. Adorned in vibrant, regal attire, They move with grace, setting hearts on fire. Hips sway to the beat of the drum, Their heritage, a treasure to become. With every twirl, a tale is spun, Of ancestors' feats, of battles won. Their culture, a beacon shining bright, Guiding them through day and night. Oh, Efik dancers, with hearts so bold, Your traditions are wort