Treasure Island

Emmanuel Ayo Adu

(Nyanya)

MOTHER, THE ANCESTOR


Open heavens to the silent earth
In pangs of childbirth, echoes of
The young heartbeat of morning call

At night, when the tango fades
Death songs of women die as the sun is buried
In the celebration of dirges, joyful procession
Much noise of the mortar and pestle
At the fall of Erinlakatabu (Elephant) , the Fulani(herdsman) that has much cattle.

Submitted: Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, January 22, 2013
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