Her
aesthetic feet are
Zigzagging
through the soils
In
response to the call
Of
the woods of drums
Adorned
in adinkra,
Teaching
and rebuking
Our
fast falling homes
Turning
into houses.
And
now she bids me come
With
luring parted lips
Giving
her face a smile.
As
I get nearer, behold
Her
breast entangled in kente
Shaped
like twin fufu balls
Protruding
majestically in earthenware.
Still
she bids me come
And
her beaded feet massage the soils
In
consonance with
Rumbling
intriguing rhythms.
Leave
me, my people
Let
me get caught in her arms
Embracing
her beauty
Adorned
in kente and beads
And
feel honoured.
And
still she bids me 'me
Leave
me, I must go.
01/
/08 Legon.