Rhythm of a drum(continuation of the traveller)

THE RHYTHM OF A DRUM(OLAYEMI J.O)

At an unknown hour of the night,

At our own backyard, close to the seaport.

My younger brother and I heard a strange noise coming from the window,

We looked into each other's eyes and then the window,

As the voice from outside, in a lively allegro,

Grew louder in repeating crescendos,

We can hear the sound of Bàtá and the voices of strange woman singing,

And cutting the hands of our beautiful butterfly into the pit of our colonized pot.

There was about twelve women chanting like a church choir,

And about six and seven men beating the drum.

We stepped out of our room and saw men with gun wounds,

We saw infants sorrounded with fire andtheir hot tears almost filled up our colonized pot.

We stood amidst the flood of a stinking water, Where mangos and other fruits fell unripe.

We had no gun in hour hands,

And no canoe to cross to the otherside of the sea,

So, we stand still at the dagger point,

And join the young ones on the playing ground,

Where we play together with the borns and horns of our forefathers.

And leave our mothers to run after their own children in fierce of a drummer's drum.

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