SPIRIT DO HEARS

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SPIRIT DO HEARS

We run to fight another day

If not to save ourselves

or to plan for the next day

The consultation to ogun we will seek

But the thunder striking advice from shango we can not deny,

For we will be ready with our sacrifice

as the obedience of it we can not let it slide,

Whiles the clouds are pregnant with rains,

We know our hopes are not faint,

There is a season ahead with a basket of grains,

An appraisal to the diety.

Whiles we harvest our substance unto the oracle,

Our incantations and adage waves into heaven's,

For we know our dreams are tackled,

The wailing and hooting of our children,

Has drummed a big sound unto the undying ears of forefathers,

But our ancestors sees us not unfortunate,

Yes! For we lack no fear

As we hold unto the voice of Balogun,

Firm like the flame at night

Why fear snake bite?

Whiles the fortification of our bodies swims with charms,

For the wars brought us warriors,

And the rains brought us barns,

This is to us, that the spirit still hears.

@jacksonjenuis

Elmina, My daily life.

Western Cape Coast

When women carries their pan
In joy of the welcoming boat,
And the songs from shore calling a market,
The little murmurings of our folks
And the meeting faith of their little penny,
Till the little taken home fed a family,
And songs traded to welcome canoes to the shores,
On a thought our nets are filled with dreams,
Dreams and melodies from the drums
Around a set log-fire,
Stretching our joy over night down Elmina
 in the full brim of the calabash,
Till the morning  journey on the gulf is set,
And men gather their toils over the shores,
To the incantation melodies awaiting arrival.

@jcsonjenuis