I am the drum
I have a voice
Meet my drummers
Their hands they are
That lend me voice
They drum me raw
My voice is hoarse
They beat me soft
My voice is not..
Their hands caress
I bleat in leaps
I know not what I say
Strange tongues I speak
I am that envoy
Who fears no Crown
Hewn from barks unknown;
Howl and bark,
I’ll growl
When tempest strikes the hands I know
My “oriki gan gan” (Praise name)
My name, “Gangan”
My dance you’ll learn
My voice, when I lend
O di dan dan (It is a must)
Odi gan a gbo. (The deaf shall hear)
Discussion2 Comments
…what a piece! a deep grand-master’s punch!
Thank you kind sire.