Tales-in-Atentenben


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     Tales-in-Atentenben

—- A while on a prophecy —-

Even now after death,
I know that bats
and owls do not
compose the same song
for the virginity of the night….

I have known one thing after birth;
that one song of owls
which drinks the wells
of our brains at bed
that one cold tears of the bats
which pounds the walls
of our pupils in the day….

To say family is a shame
is to play the tune of mockery
at the brown teeth of society,
to dance to the tune of ghosts
is to be at appease, on licking hoes
with the drums of this time…..

Let he who said to me yester-morn
that fears not the finger of death
come home to the lips of a woman,
Let she who said of tonight’s eve
that finds joy in adorning the skin of life
come home in the beak of the casket,

This hut is for believers, sinners,
barbarians, the ostracised; the rejected
of all that the world says it is dark
this hut coined in heartaches
belongs to those that lived and still live
from one lip of exorcism to the other end of a broken pot…

And now here is the message that fell on the pillow
“until the hunter becomes
the game itself, let he who
bears grey listen to the riddles of the spider”
these words shall ferment not under
the brains of the palm tree….

But I do not say we cannot question this fibre
of course he is not only immortal
but a mortal with a forbidden weakness,
neither am I saying we should use the hips of the Obaahemaa
as the stone to ignite the blunt ribs of time;

So while we look to see the beauty of light,
dancing in three-lines with our backs like dwarves,
we cannot forget to admire for a while
the wisdom of darkness even though
they might pretend not to knit their tongues on the blades of our farms….

Tomorrow may not always be golden
like the last stanza of the prophecy from the shrine
and maybe noon shall soon depart her liver
from the acquainted hymnals of the parrot
yet we; the salt of her blood
shall while we sit nursing the bloodied wounds of Mama Africa
embrace not our misquoted proverbs from him….

Nana Arhin Tsiwah
(TheVillageThinker) 
© All copyrights reserved, 2015

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