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Poem of the Week: Libation

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The gods might have travelled

To learn from their neighbours across the fence

Save your drink and pass it round in the circles of men.

 

The ancestors could quench their thirst

For all the counsel they shared

We owe this keg, with enough to buy favours from Kutsiami.

 

May the ghosts of yesterday and the ghosts yet to come stay away

We raise our songs to carve the sands

With nimble dance and not bare bones.

 

Okumadada created man; He does not drink

He has the heart of a woman, fierce and discerning

We show Him drink, we do not offer Him a drop.

 

Otwaduamp)n never rests;busy mediating our prayers

While the gods snore from the drinks we offer

Drying our palm trees and our water.

 

May they learn or never return (weè)

May their curses rot their teeth (weè)

May they totter home in disgrace for the love of whiskey and schnapps (weè).

 

I lift this to our veiled minds

May it bring light(weè)

Bumper harvest and fertile wombs (weè)

So next when we pour libation

We will not deny the earth some. (weè)

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