Vicki Acquah


Before They Came - Poem by Vicki Acquah

Sitting here with my daughter between my knees, I braid her hair, One by one I place the lucky shells in her hair.I hear the call and response in my village..
The roll was being called.
This gathering was different,
The drums tell us we must gather
to meet, as we will have guest
to greet.
Habari Ghani
'What's the news'.
The news is,
strangers are here,
to look for wives,
they want to take
us away.

The news is, our ways
are not there ways,
Father says we girls
must go away
to have a better life.

Your husband died
No one in this Village
will marry you he said;
You have a daughter,
you must think about and
I have many daughters
I cannot take care of you for life.!
Things were Fine right
before they came,
We had our own way
of solving problems.
I want to smell
the wood burning
on the open fire,
I want to dance in moonlight
with my sisters,
I want to eat from
a coconut shell.
I want things to be
the same as the were;
Before they came!

Simmering pots of love,
burning wood and coconut shells....
Bathing in rivers..weaving our love in baskets.
Its been Five-hundred years
and I am still here in my new home,
holding onto memories of sun filled oceans.
Trying hard to hold on to the
times of happiness...Before they came.
Mamas Laughter,
grandmothers wisdom,
came with me on this journey.
For dear life I am holding on,
unashamed, I long for my life...before they came!


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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 9, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, November 27, 2012


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