kawoya alosius


Renaissance - Poem by kawoya alosius

From a far distance,
The beats were heard,
With such a joy they were sounded,
One would feel the happiness they resurrected,
The society and atmosphere come together,
For the joy that was lost for a year,
Again to celebrate this hereditary occasion.

Three lads took the central stage,
All titivated in their ceremonial attires,
Their faces wholly immersed in dilemma,
Partially in agony,
And partially in happiness,
Agony for the pain they are due to endure,
And enthusiastic for the transformation they are soon to undergo,
What a ceremony is it going to be,
With sisters and fellow kinsmen leading the way,
Vigorously dancing to the melodies of the drumming,
Through the ceremony routes,
The viewers extremely watching in great ecstasy,
For the men that were to be made sometimes to come,
Inner happiness was portrayed,
Happiness to be African,
And also having belonging and norms to follow,
Generation to generation without hesitation,
Although it's painful.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

a story of the gishu prepairing for circumcision

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 4, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, August 4, 2012


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