the night speaks of the cousins
who met at the shore
in a howling silence
rekindling the voice of the flute
that adorns our glorious dirges
awoonor,
the day is sleeping
your sail has seen darkness
and Keta's wall is maimed
kutsiami!
ferry the eagle home
as times merge as memories
that fade journeys
into a cast eternity
on this path called home
mortals will gather tears
and trail your walk
awoonor,
mention us to the forebearers
and sleep not on our struggles
adieu, son of the land
Kwabena Agyare Yeboah is a BSc Biochemistry student at KNUST, Kumasi. He blogs here.
This poem is part of our series of poems in memory of Kofi Awoonor. You can learn more about Awoonor and the series here. If you have a poem in memory of Kofi Awoonor, please send it to us at oneghanaonevoice(at)gmail(dot)com.
