Kofi Awoonor (The Weaver Bird) Poem by African Poetry
Kofi Awoonor (The Weaver Bird)
The weaver bird built in our house
And laid its eggs on our only tree
We did not want to send it away
We watched the building of the nest
And supervised the egg-laying.
And the weaver returned in the guise of the owner
Preaching salvation to us that owned the house
They say it came from the west
Where the storms at sea had felled the gulls
And the fishers dried their nets by lantern light
Its sermon is the divination of ourselves
And our new horizons limit as its nest.
But we cannot join the prayers and answers of the communicants
We look for new homes every day,
For new altars we strive to re-build
The old shrines defiled from the weaver's excrement.
A very wonderful contribution from the sage. The weaver came and preach deliverance and salvation.Yet we seek for new salvation because of the descretion of the old order.
Sad the way we lose our African intellects without replacements.
But we cannot join the prayers and answers of the communicants We look for new homes every day, For new altars we strive to re-build The old shrines defiled from the weaver's excrement. very nice and bold statements and decisions. thank you. tony
... one if the best poem that contributed to the past if our beloved continent.... read mine 'My Mores...
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Tribute to the Late literary icon, Kofi Awonoor, one of the African finest writers.