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THE ABOAKYERE FESTIVAL

Brutalities of traditions

Clashed with civilization

Like two deadly enemies

My grandma said

Her grandma told her of stories

Of Penche Otu and how his family’s thirst

Was curbed by the blood of beings

 

The people cried and cried when civilization whipped

Then the gods chose the leopard;

A worse blood shedder

Death and struggle bathed men

In their struggle to quench the gods’ thirst

The worst of the worst bloodshed

Painted Winneba red

 

The gods were called in brood day light

They replaced the leopard with a deer.

From slaves to leopards

Tears on the gods birthed the Aboakyere festival

     Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014

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