MEMORIAL CANDLES

(to; Sherrie Thompson & Nouberse Philip)

In the evening wisdom of Savannah language

We shall light two candles of memory

On the graves of the abandoned dead

Of unknown families and those of Zong

.  .  .  Lost in the limbo of time, without memories

In the same Savannah language

We shall light three candles

On the footprints of those exchanged

For gold, gun powder, kola, second- hand calico

Gin and knighthood drenched

In saturated blood of Zong

.  .  .  Lost in the limbo of time without memories

In the same savannah language

 We shall light yet another two candles

Upon the voices of those whose bones

Were preyed upon by vultures,

 Those who could not be missed,

And those whose chains still hang,

In the limbo of our memories

.   .   .  And refusing to be forgotten

                                                            30/ 12/ 09      Mafi- Kumase.