I own a piece of Nyayito Song <br />weighing more than Handel’s Messiah <br />it gives me space enough to breath <br />to harvest dreams <br /> <br />the English master wants my song <br />to blond the hair and dress it in nylon <br />to color the face and watch it waltz <br />till it giggles and wriggles its hips to death <br /> <br />I have known the purity of Nyayito songs <br />long before it caught gonorrhea <br />in the arms of Enlightenment <br /> <br />(Nyayito songs are like the Blues or Jazz among the Anlo-Ewes of Ghana)<br /><br />Padmore Enyonam Agbemabiese<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-know-songs/
