Life is beating the Ayara-Ekomo drum- <br />And I am dancing like the priestess of the river <br />possessed by the mermaid spirit of Anansa- <br /> <br />Even the Sun rises to applaud my passion <br /> <br />Fate has cooked for me- the black soup- <br />I lick it with the zest of a starved child <br /> <br />I run from the statues of my negriscent <br />that sing to me the songs of the spirits <br />and expect me to dance the dance of the dead <br /> <br />I run as far as I can under those hunting eyes of the night <br />through the thicket of the gathering spirits of the forest. <br /> <br />I can fall to the ground like a Yoruba man <br />to salute the full moon that illuminates my escape path <br /> <br />The daunting drum-beats of life blends with <br />the crying drums and wailing flutes of my native land <br />and the music of a sun-heated people fill my ears- <br /> <br />And like a funeral-dance in a wake-keeping <br />I am demanded to tap to the depressing melody <br />. <br />But I dance the dance of a god.<br /><br />konye ori<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dance-of-a-god/
