[To be hummed to low drum beats of ten-second intervals]
Welcome Amoke, welcome back home!
The soil welcomes you.
The people do, too.
Where is the pearl of your eyes, Labimpe?
Thanks;
A big thanks go to the owners of the land,
My kings and townsmen.
I come in peace.
My daughter, Labimpe is missing.
She's mixed with oil and water.
She has washed away with the dirt and has dried with the water of life.
I went to see, and I've seen
Now, you all should save your strength.
Shut the mouth of these talking drums
Stop beating your heels in dances,
In twirls of joy.
Our children will benefit us in our lifetime.
Our wealth won't snatch away our good health.
Our ancestors are with us.
This alone is enough.
Now, I'm back home.
This alone is enough!
What my hands couldn't reach.
I strained on my heels in pain to reach
Reality has fallen upon me
And drown me whole.
Silently.
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My Voice, My Choice
Poetry#1 in africanpoetry #6 in racist This poem collection contains various atrocities that happens between mothers and their daughters. 'My Voice, My Choice' is a debate between an educated daughter and her illiterate mother. Experience is the best teac...
