KWEE Liberian Literary Magazine Jan. Iss. Vol. 0115 Apr Iss. Vol. 0415 | Page 26

Liberian Literary Magazine Promoting Liberian Literature, Arts and Culture Matenneh-Rose L. Dunbar It was being picked off the husk for sale It was spread out on the table in portions It was a point of attraction in the dingy corner It rhymed with the skin tone of the girl seller It was praised as being fresh and full of oil It looked nice to give it a trial all the hard work It weighed my arms as I carried it in a black bag It takes me back to my younger days of cooking Ummmmmm Palm Butter OUR HEARTS Matenneh-Rose L. Dunbar Made of only soft flesh without a bone Made to be flexible and ready to bend Made of how we see the world around Made to swifter big problems suddenly Our hearts plead to go on.................. Made to shed tears as a vent for hurt Made firm by the sound of pleasantries Made bubbly when your smile radiates Made weak by actions of the unfriendly Our hearts sing a song..................... It is washed boiled and beaten in a wooden mortar It must be sorted out seed by seed and juicy pulp It has to be watered and cleanly strained to season It begins to boil and assorted meats added to taste It foams and falls all over the silver pot but cook well It thickens as the red coals heat the brew soon eaten It liquefied to a thin layer of healthy rich red edible oil It serves best with fufu or deepor or our famous rice Ummmmmmm Palm Butter........... Made a hero by the loud acclaim of all Made to rock against all the odds in life Made green as a lawn new spring time Made to glow as candles behind a glass Our hearts rests in a cradle................... Made to break when placed in shock Made to rejuvenate its self-healing Made to rosy again after the deep fall Made to tango in lilac and purple yet Our hearts soft but stronger than gold PALM BUTTER Matenneh-Rose L. Dunbar It was a Monday and man it was humid It was necessary to remove my coat first It was late to go driving to the city then It was good for a drink of the natural milk It was a process to go and find the hawker It was as usual the guy in stained clothes It was paid for three trees freshly cut coconut It cooled my fast as I drank it with zest Ummmmm Palm Butter Is a Liberian poet, a radio presenter and a mother amongst other things. Her popular radio show deals with issues related to women- something she is passionate about. Her poetry book is expected sometime this year. 26