Francis Kokutse Poems
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Concerto Goree In 'A' Minor (For Maya Angelou)
Oh! Oh! ! Oh! ! !
This is not a cry of pain.
It is the sound of the push of
the pangs of the birth of a tale
that l have carried like a pregnacy all my life.
If it sounds like laughter to you
then know that l am laughing at
their ignorance of our ways.
They would not understand.
That is why they say Maya is a poet
but she is not, it is just the jeliya
that has put words into her mouth to
say to the people of the new world
what her grandmother would have
said in the village square long ago.
Jelli, jelli oh jelli let the drum roll ...
Dancing To Despondency
My village is long gone;
The Koko seller drops a cube of sugar and charges you for two;
The carpenter charges you for things he does not need for your roof;
The husband cheats and the wife retaliates in like many;
The policeman takes a crumb from the driver who has paid something to avoid paying for road tax;
The Pastor lies using the name of the spirit;
Then the contractor pays the politician to cut corners.
Is it a country that can grow?