WHAT BEAUTIFIES THE TONGUE

There are many dialects tongues drive
In this realm called earth
Their beauty; to lie on their own fields
Being dribbled like a ball with Abedi on a smooth park
Time is confusing tongues
Mixing strange ones with the authentic
Soiling what once was pure and untainted
“Mere di Sandwich”
You will hear the Fanti chirp
“Boy a eva loo”
You will hear the Ewe sing
“Is it ready?  Binderigu?”
You will hear the Dagomba ask
“Ya ne oya heat niyenii ne woye”
The Ga says in enthusiasm
All virginities of languages broken cruelly into by civilization

II
There certainly was a reason each was given a communication code
Why then do eagles bark
As dogs chirp?
Why do cats crow as cocks meow?
Why do horses roar as lions neigh?
Every sound stands naked on stages of all
How can privacy sit on thrones of meditation?

III
I will drive my Akan like a skilled Kwahu hand
Around an almost perfect fufu in a mortar
Whether in tattered ruin or in normal stance
There are no gears for backwardness
A drive forward is all the world needs
Until sanity wakes us
Or madness takes us to the land where all tongues meet in a common dialect
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) January 15, 2017

3 thoughts on “WHAT BEAUTIFIES THE TONGUE

  1. Perhaps in the Kingdom, we will speak the original when God dwells among us and there is no need to try and build a tower to reach Heaven. I’m reminded of that old song, “When Heaven came down and glory filled my soul!” I can’t wait!

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