They have arrested my voice
The owners of nights arrested my voice
And gifted it to death
It was Mama Wosekpo who said it
Several voices across ancient song waves
That
It is a burden of the cantor
To breathe and eat and sleep and sing
In this ant-hole of our sun journeys
But from far off Madibaland
Bandilisha rode with flying iron birds
To these Osagyefoland
To put my voice on electronic winds
For a website grafted upon internets
It was the coconut husk that boasted
He burns more than the straw.
12/10/11 1:00 am Legon
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