Baobab Lust - Abdulai Rashad

Huge scanty leafy mountain
the only shade created -
centuries to retain
and firmly rooted
with all grunting strands of braids
seething with a glaring attitude of hugeness
in the forecourt of the
   chief's palace
the baobab's eminence.

Her hair, half braided
some portions seeming plaited.
Beautiful lovely princess.

She was born at the time of the
beneath the shanty shade of the
her smile amidst the gnawing

She can not laugh haphazardly
(her lips warn her).
She can only leap for a smile
with shea butter on her

She is seven year of age
her body has been stunted
like the nanism of grasses.
She is the image of a class
that I saw in the magazines.

She is marasmus
she is pale and black
she wears no wear
she leans by the baobab
she wakes upon every dust
and upon the roars of the hungry winds.

The thirsty winds approach
   smile, suck and drain.
Drain bodily fluid and brains
then, the subject's skins tears
after unsentimental affection of the feet
   to the earth.

Wrinkles, cracks and crevices
amidst dryness of earth and skin -
the baobab proclaims
with mastery of the trade winds.


CHENT said...

your piece is in fact one of a masterpiece and need be commended.
The piece is indeed an epitome of reality which stir us in the face during periods of Harmattan. It symbolizes a truly African situation. I see a reflection of the many unfavorable adverse weather conditions and many discriminate positions of nature in the piece. Cu dos to your elbow.

ImageNations said...

Interesting piece. I have been to the North before and this tells me a lot. The symbolism is great. thanks for this.

Kwadwo Oteng Owusu said...

vivid!!! good job..keep it up!!!

Anonymous said...

Very nice post!

Unknown said...

We are in December and the feel of Harmattan is here again.Get yourselves protected from the weather!