HOMING CALL

Otublohum Ata Nkpa Abusuapanyin

Ayi Kwei Armah rolls the drums

And the fontomfromic Togbe Atukwei Okai

Tumbles round the rhododendron donkeydom rhythms

And Ametsitsia Agbenorxevi Kofi Anyidoho

Calls this earth home of the EarthChild

And Osadieyo Hazitor the WeaverBird Kofi Awoonor

Weaves songs for the drums sounding from

Far away Abysinia

To these Addis Ababas of Azania

When the masters start the drums

We can only stand and dance

To the homing call of the honeycombs

The hands

They merely manufacture the voices

The rhythm emanates from the HeartChambers

Of this place we call home.

In this SoulHome resides our minds’ food;

The passion of liberation nursed in the depth

Of our common BirthCord burial festival

Master drummers call us to another

Back cracking harvest of sacred songs.

This special time, it’s our steps

That we must edit

And who can change the sun to black?

Just before yesterday when over one million

Starlets blinded the heavenly rays

The esoteric happened just as it must

Today!

In this place we call home, our own home!

31/8/11 Madina.