_____TALES FROM THE VILLAGE ROOM_____<\/p>\n
On the ”apram” I sit
\nIn the dark with ”bobo” around
\nTo fill my book with the ”nt3kyer3”
\nAnd the ink
\nTo smile of woven words____<\/p>\n
Some human are encircled
\nIn a corner and surround the ”mukyia”
\nWhich spreads its wings
\nAnd flames high to give light
\nWhere the old woman recites her ”ananses3m”____<\/p>\n
”abaayewa” bi so gyina h)n nky3n
\nWith a baby swaddled in ”kraada”_____<\/p>\n
The ”3koo” paints the story of ”3kurase abrab)”
\nOn the wall of my ear drums______<\/p>\n
So I bend to spit the tales from the village room
\nAnd this is what I see::
\nFrom the wardrobe_____
\nChildren burry the stones
\nOn the ground with their bare foots
\n”Ak)kon” dances in the ”be33kwee”
\nInspiring the fire to paint the pot black_____<\/p>\n
From this parade
\nMany emanated to graduate
\nFrom the village room whence they showed me ”akaw”
\nYes! And ”bor3dze a,h)n atoto ho”____<\/p>\n
Birds sing in the forest
\nAnd the rippling flow of the rivers
\nDangles in their souls_____<\/p>\n
They dance to the tunes of their ancestors
\nAnd feel safe in their mokes____<\/p>\n
The farmer glues not his eyes
\nTo dry his cloth
\nBut the cocoa to survive
\nWhen the ant pulls the goods to the ground
\nIt then dances to the rythms
\nAnd the sounds
\nOf famine____<\/p>\n
Adze rekye,adze resa no
\nNna nkusi na akrantse
\nH)nho akyer h)n
\nNny3 h)n bia
\nNa mbom,3kurase abrab)!<\/p>\n
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\nKofi Acquah<\/p>\n
apram=a bamboo made bench in the village
\nbobo=a type of lantern used in the village to give out light made from a tin
\nnt3kyer3=feathers
\nMukyia=a local object for cooking made from clay
\nAnanses3m=ananse story
\nAbaayewa bi so gyina h)n nky3n=a lady stands besides them
\nKraada=white kalico
\n3koo=parrot
\n3kurase abrab)=village life
\nAk)kon=a kind of meat gotten from a dead palm tree
\nBe3kwee=a kind of soup made from kontomire and coconut
\nAkaw=cocoyam boiled without peeling it
\nBor3dze a h)n atoto=a roasted plantain<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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