FOLK IT! Contest Challenge 🎤 WINNERS Announcment 👏

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The challenge was inspired by curiosity for the meaning of the folklore songs in different nations. I love exploring cultures through Steemit 💜

Initially, there was a promising number of people who were interested in the contest. The original post received more than 100 upvotes and yet only 5 people participated. You can check them 4 of them here and the 5th here.

The rules pointed out that the winner will be decided by the number of upvotes in their comment in the original post. It seems that most of their followers did not get that. The upvotes in their post are significantly different than those in the contest's comment. For instance the 2nd place post got more upvotes than the 1st, the 4th submission has more upvotes than the 3rd and so on.

The 350 Whaleshares will be distributed according to the rules, but it is important to say that all the participants are winners for me. They won by showing a piece of their culture in an adorable way and I am grateful. It would have been great if more people participated, but it seems that stemians are not as brave as I thought.

The winners are announced with the translation of their song, as the whole idea was to find out what the different cultures songs are about. With a little delay, for which I apologize, the winners are:

First prize

200 Whaleshares

@docmastery from the Philippines

Leron Leron Sinta

Leron, leron my love, papaya seeds above. He took a bamboo box to keep the fruits he’d get. Then as he neared the top, the entire branch broke up. “It’s not my lucky day; I’ll find another way!”

I offer you my love, my courage suits you fine. I’ve got me seven knives, I’m keeping nine more guns. A journey, I will make to distant parts beyond. A plate of noodles is the foe I will engage!

Second prize

100 Whaleshares

@pechichemena from Ecuador

The Avocado

You are my love, my joy and my treasure. My only charm and my illusion. Come and calm my sickness woman , don't be so fickle. Don't forget that someone cries and suffer for your passion

I will give you my faith , my love All my illusions are yours But you wont forget the poor devil that adored you The poor being that once was your charm, your biggest desire and your illusion.