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Friday, May 3, 2019

Songs Of The Kindred

What is this thing I hear?
Are those the sound of drums -
The blood-stirring okongwu?
Ana m anu: I hear you!

Slowly, I beat my feet,
And the anklets rattle.
The kalari on my waist,
They go mad with rhythm.

I salute the oja,
I praise the ogene.
I honour the never-ending rites;
The rising of the kindred.

Sing them to me again,
All the songs of old.
Teach the little ones,
Till they know who we are.
Anyim Mobuchi Noble
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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