Kaoooh!
Kaoooooooh!
Kaoooooooooooooh!
Rumbling and roaring
More and more
Here and there
As we awaited another rain
That would give our land a yearly gain
Every heart gripped with fear
To be outdoors, most men would not dear
But Grandma emerged
From her hut
In her palms, a pot of palm oil rested
She sang and danced
As she emptied
The liquid on the parched earth
Praising the god and his mistresses
For the blessings of another rain.
We gazed at her from the doorpost
While she continued singing.
Alas! She returned as though
With ten commandments
From Sango.
Her eyes glittered like embers
And her voice thundered:
No one!
No one!
No one should stand on
The path of the deity of thunder and lightning!
We trembled and backed away.
Because the god was
Within the earshot
As Grandma staggered after us.
*Sango is the deity of thunder and lightning in the Yoruba cosmology
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Author:
Blessing Awoniyi (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Beautiful words my friend, I could almost feel the rain drops.
Beautiful
Thank you, Tony, for the positive comment.
You're welcome
I loved this poem full of rich tradition. Not so far from western beliefs where God is prayed to for rain or other things and oil is used as a sacred anointing as well as some things considered holy and not to be desicrated by touch. A lovely read that I thoroughly enjoyed.
I appreciate your comment on the poem, Sorenbarret. I never knew that a similar tradition is practised somewhere in the West. Thank you for sharing this.
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