Songs of Anisha
“In the Field,”
by Peter Kayode Adegbie
Is anyone out there in the clouds?
I thought I saw a beard and eyes,
I thought I saw tears falling from the sky.
Is there a sage in the heavenlies?
I sat under the stars on the field
Questioning my birth, my life, my death,
I watch as shadows fade into darkness
I hold my hands and dream of a new dawn.
I sat bound by soul searing pain
‘Is Obatala changing his robes?
‘Would he wash his clothes in sunrise?
‘Would he wear royal apparels now?
I am speechless at the expanse of the horizon
The moon ignores me; the gods have long
Abandoned me, the soil is a new school master,
I learn to sow my soul to reap a future.
“Scorpion Sting of My Rhythm,”
by Mbizo Chirasha
Sting of my rhythm arouse dozing minds, to
rise up and arouse other dozing minds
to provoke slumber to life
and stupor to soberness
I am not addicted to mental slavery
I have to discard some burden in the journey to my
destiny
wrongs have to be righted.
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