By JK Bannavti
The skies are dark
The lights are out
And we are not fast
But we trot and shout
Sure of foot
Sure of road
Wind rustles the bush
Night birds clatter afar
At the sound of our foot
Even the shriek from the trap
Sure of foot we are
Sure of road we are
The river is rough and wide
Currents are swift and white
The wind is moist and cold
And our arms are hot with bites
Sure of foot we are
Sure of road we are
You are the road on which we walk
You are the ground that holds our foot
You are the bridge on which we crossed
To seek pen, paper, and thatch
To fight, to bring our land a catch
You are the morning cock
That tell us it is dawn
To wear the garbs of ritual
And carry the plant of peace
Chanting wetness of our land
You are the dance
The swirl of the hip
The beat of the drum
The darts and the swats
Of machetes and spears
You are the palace
You are the barns
Storing our rituals
Saving our mores
Keeping our future
You are the pumpkin
You are with our fathers
You live with the moon
You live with the sun
And beat the morning dew
The riverbed holding rock and water
Mother hen that croaks her kids to roost
Eagle that feeds its young with fresh meat
Tend us even from where the ancestors breathe
Shine your light into our dark world
That we may never be lost
By JK Bannavti
Delegated by BFU-USA
Poem presented at the CAMWREAD (Association of Cameroon Writers and Readers) Celebration of the Life and Works of Kenjo wan Jumbam at the Marriott Hotel in Greenbelt, Maryland, USA, on January 26, 2006.
A marvelous peotic homage paid to the Shakespeare of Nso. In this way, Baa Jumbam will live forever in his works and these homages.
Posted by: Nsah Kenneth Toah (Nsah Mala) author of many unpublished plays | August 01, 2011 at 07:25 AM