Today
the gods dance
gleefully to the tunes
of mortals, mere mortals.
Children
and all, decked in their
special occasion dresses
to feast
in obeisance to those
who thread the land before us.
The chiefs
and elders in ceremonious
ragelia pour liberation
to the
ground in humble
reverence to the ancestors.
Women,
our mothers and sisters
sings in their colourful robes
to outwit
the euphoria of the
men’s sanctimonious glees.
Young men,
with marks of blood
and marchet,
troops out
from street to street
in warriors chant
paying homage to Ikenga.
The day
would end with
the big masquerades,
all of them,
on all fours and more
in a fierce show of free for all.
But not
all, dare the gods
to see out the show.
-Amami H.
November 12, 2022
On transit
Reklamlar