LOST IN THE ENSLAVED SPIRITS

In our ancestors’ future

Culture was the path of security

Of safety

Of enlightenment

Of peace

Of protection

II

In our ancestors’ future

We were clothed by culture’s silk

Adorned by Odomankoma’s mental gold

Given extra eyes by the seer of the sky

To see distractors

To teach and mould aliens to follow

And not to turn followers

III

Like the eagles in flight

They saw no flies flying on their futures’ backs

Like the clean cows

They saw no ticks, living on their futures’ skins

Like spirit horses

They saw no seats on the backs of their futures

Now laughters of tears

Happiness drowned by sorrows

Play our mpintin

Play our dondo

They play the drums of the land

Even when their skins have made way for their weeping fingers

IV

Flies now ride the eagles

As culture turns ground

Ground pounded into dust and mud

Ticks now own storey buildings

On backs of the sons of the cleanest cows

Sons of the proud coffined fathers

Who left with smiles but now frown behind rotten woods

As seats shamelessly parade on the saintly horses

Broken by alien hands of manipulation

V

In the spirit

The dance of adowa is breaking the web

The dance of kpanlogo is breaking the legs of the spider

The dance of abgadza is pushing for the clean corners

And Bambaya fans their course

Clearing the gifted eyes to see all visions

So we dance on

Trying to lift culture from the mud

Lifting it from the dust

Onto the rightful throne of the gods

To find our way back from the enslaved spirits

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

Image: Google pics