The pot went to fetch water
It reached the river
But never made it home
“efie ahena na abↄ yi
Hwana na ↄbἐhwἐ efie yi so?
Adidie nnyἐ adedἐdἐw
Nsupa wↄ he a yἐde bἐ pia?”
Everyone saw how she served
The pot was a pot of pot
Now it is shattered and unmendable
“efie ahena na abↄ yi
Hwana na ↄbἐhwἐ efie yi so?
Adidie nnyἐ adedἐdἐw
Nsupa wↄ he a yἐde bἐ pia?”
Even the one who prefrs “oduka” to “nsu pa”
Wails like a child
He knows it is a pot that can never be found on the market
“efie ahena na abↄ yi
Hwana na ↄbἐhwἐ efie yi so?
Adidie nnyἐ adedἐdἐw
Nsupa wↄ he a yἐde bἐ pia?”
If you have your pot
Please do cherish its water
I hate for you to sing this song
“efie ahena na abↄ yi
Hwana na ↄbἐhwἐ efie yi so?
Adidie nnyἐ adedἐdἐw
Nsupa wↄ he a yἐde bἐ pia?”
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.
Mum Cee 