Bobooboi, exli gadi le awagbedzi. Asifunu di le Efo Awoonor fe agbleti te. The skin on the atumpani is torn The fontomfrom sings a dirge Our eyes has snapped evil Give me the stick for the drums. Fetch me the cowries Yes his cowries They are in the shrines The cult of the poets Go to Nyidevu Tell him, the shadows cross the moon The egg has broken. Where the women from the streams? Where is the calabash to pour libation to appease them?. Them, i say them. Bring the broken pot home. Eheeh, the palm-wine. The sweet palm wine. Get them drunk Let them eat the cola Let their mouths feel bitter. Let them sing the war songs And spit on the gods. They have left us My eye burns fire and my nose rains water My heart blazes with smoke of bitterness Torgbuiga has bent a stool The Al-Shaaba has blown a flute of tragedy And we have listened to their gunshots. A music sung in off keys Causing us to dance off beat Nyidevu metsia ava Torgbui z) blewu blewu.... By: Patrick K. Atsu
Posted on: Mon, 23 Sep 2013 18:15:13 +0000
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