GOLDEN STOOL

Golden Stool

Spirit of Asante (Ashanti) Sunsum

Golden Stool

Sika Dwa Kofi haffi rule

(Born on a Friday you)

Descended from the heavens in a cloud

White dust in the lap Asante crown

Osei Tutu unify Ashanti town

High priest brought it down with the sound

Made of pure gold

It never touched the ground

No one ever sat upon it’s not allowed

African yeah divine royal house

All the chief them have it hidden can’t be found

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Seat of the owner’s soul

Made from a single block of wood

Crescent shaped, complex bold

Each one unique and own

Placed on a blanket carried on a pillow

Only the Asantehene could handle it all

Seated to the kings left on a throne of its own

Hwedom dwa, facing the crowd

Wars broke out over the royal throne

Search was conducted by the Governor of the Gold Coast

War of the Golden Stool, yo we never lost

Sanctity of the Stool, yeah, it was a replica

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Bells hang to warn the king of danger

British army tried control the area

They were brought down with dysentery and malaria

You can bring the cannon to the bush but the bush can’t be tamed yeah

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