Home Dancer

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.