KWEE Liberian Literary Magazine Jan. Iss. Vol. 0115 Apr Iss. Vol. 0415 | Page 6

Liberian Literary Magazine Liberian Classic A few Poems by A Liberian Great Bai. T Moore An Elder’s Prayer Oh great Spirit of the forest, I have nothing in my hand But a chicken and some rice It’s the gift of all our land Bring us sunshine with the rain So the harvest moon may blow Save my people from all pains; When the harvest time is done We will make a feast to you. Monvrovia Market Women the Monrovia market women they are something-o foreday in the morning the pepperbirds dog Promoting Liberian literature, Arts and Culture goats and chickens chase them out of bed and send them running like red ants on nettles they grab old buckets run to hydrants ch-u-u-u-u-u and duck in foul enclosures smelling with pee throw cold water on they back belly and between they legs and all they snatch young crying babies tie them smugly on they back in they mouth to hush them up then rush by foot bus or taxi to the arteries pumping life into the markets of Monrovia they rush to buying depots Tubman Bridge Doola Belema (for Mesu fish) Juakpebli And Oldest Kongotown to stop the trucks and pickups full of zoba bags of cassavas potatoes plawa sauce leaves and dry meat like: wild bush goat boaconstrictor elephant skin nyangaboy and other fuyu fuyu these women must have strong backs 6 and legs and hands to push and fight and hold on to their market money wrapped in a belt of country cloth which they tie around the waist but wait now the fun begins in market stalls where chattering and palavering (like a colony of rice birds) and dollar notes and coins commence passing li ke confusion through a hundred thousand fingers come good friend buy my part me I go dash you goes on endlessly till dusk