Waiting For Naana Poem by Kojo Owusu

My adjurations pierced the ethereal essence
Of the approaching dawn and my seared
And wan steps wandered on the lonely
Interminable path to the sacred stream
Gurgling with charming resledence
My infant trembling heart succumbed
To its mystic call and I stood enthralled
Expectant - eager to hear what its eternal
Whispers forebode
I stood in obeisance to its lappng call
The pulsing waves, the animistic bubbles
Revealed - ordained by the oracle
In a blighted hearth I have waited
In strangling doubts and uncertainties
I have wandered consoling my shrivelled
And tormented heart that you will eventually
Return- endurance does not fatigue me
I approached the watery queen again
Because I was warned by the denizens
Of the above that my pursuit a mobid pursuit.
So I always sit on the reedy bank with the godess
With the frothy skeins.
I sit silently listening to its meandering murmurings
And echoes Long, winding. majestic. slow. steady
Unceasing. I am daunted by its purity which
reflects my darkened conscience,
The morning charmed with rare chirrups
Of birds will yield to blazing and scorching noon
And evetually to bloody dusk.
Yet I conquer despairing ecoes with the soft
Whispers of the river.
I try to imitate the incessant flow
Ofg rhythmic movement.
I am constantly assured and reassured that
The restorer of my soul I am earnestly waiting for
Will one day appear and flow
Into my arms just as the river flows into the sea.
It was a stormy night
Thunderous and belligerent roar besieged the sky
I was languishing in my hearth when
I heard your harrowing yet sonorous call
Emanating from the river.
I rushed to the riverbank and saw you Nana
Standing at the outerbank of the river
With dishevelled hair and agitated breasts.
You cried and stretched your hand in the storm.
I stretched my too but could not reach you.
I could not distinguish you whether a human or a wraith
I cried but all to no avail
You disappeared in the darkness
And I stood dumbfunded unable to speak.
I opened my eyes in the darkened and blighted
Hearth and rushed to the stream.
I sat down there for the whole day
And you never appeared
Yet I always come to sit on the lonely
Bank in morbid silence awaiting your return
Years have elapsed and have plunged into the
Dark recess of my mind and I still come to sit
on the bank. the waters gurgling eternally
Echoing my morbid pursuit and continuring
Its journey to the sea while I also continue
To wait for your return