The Rain Dance
Ezichi Faithful@ezichifaithful
10 months ago
#poetry #AfricaMusicUnbound Poem #WatersofAfricaPoem
I've journeyed to the Nile and drank from its banks.
I've walked the plains of the Sahara and basking I it's euphoria; the wonders of a world within a world.
Deep in the heart of the Savannah, past the scorch of the plains.
Over the rocks overlooking Nubia's ancient treasurery.
In a land of beauty and grain lies a story never to be told in vain. A nation adorned by the ocean, they live and dine in concord with the flows. Accompanied with tunes that reach the soul. The drum greets the gong, who in turn praises the hips.
Their drums beat to the rhythm of the music. With each step, the river vibrates, with each shout the water fall syncing and every vault leads to the heavens pouring even more.
She graces the scene; adorned with ivory and gold, she tips her way in. Gracefully being one with the river, she adorns her warm embrace. A figure like never before. Her hips jirating to the praises of the drums, even when one with water, her beauty is much more adorned.
With her rhythm, she walks the earth, sends into the wind the tales of her origin, her nature and vitality.
Yet while they danced, they came armed men with flasks, burnt up their houses, and put them in masks.
In rows with tags, she was bought and sold.
Every night, I sit and listen. On this same rock where they used to sing, carefully, hearing the wispers of her melody, not of sorrow or sad. Not distraught or enraged, she sings a finer tune than ever before telling she has sprung even more.
In her song, she praises her land, the birth place of her song.
