Kwame atta Pappoe
Invocation - Poem by Kwame atta Pappoe
Hear oh, beauteous and divine Muses of our Land,
Of this land of Agu and Agu, of Onyankopong and
Asase Yaa, of Mawu Kitikata, of Olodumare and Doondari,
Hear oh, you who from the heights of
Kilimanjaro and the Mountains of the Moon,
Did throughout time look with compassion
On us, your people.
Who from the depths of Great Nile, Congo
And Afric’s subterranean regions,
Did shed waters of wisdom upon us
and our ancestors of old.
Hear, you who from the wisdom of
Time beyond birth,
In Axum, Egypt, Zenj, Soudan and our
Inferred us with your ways to lead
I yield to you, you, who from the cradle have
Troubled my dreams
with vistas of things and visions unparallel,
And who have in my native moments
whether by your lonely vales,
On the beauteous fields,
In alien climes sublime and indifferent,
Amidst creeds strange and violent,
Vistas, both sorrowful and joyous,
Listen to my song,
The songs which you have infused in my mind,
I sing them now, for your glory,
I sing them now, that my mind may find peace.
And I sing them now that someday, perhaps,
Voices unborn may sing them also
in the silence of their hearts.
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