Megborna - Nu Ke Dzor

Agoo
CEP Sefogah
It is said that he who is destined for Power
Does not need to put up a fight
Yet I Have watched dogs eat bones from the ground
Not because they prefer Bones to meat
But because no one will readily offer them
In life, it is survival first
Even the colours of the chameleon are not just for beautification purposes only
But for survival too
And so when one complains of a missing goat
But still smells the aroma of a goat soup from a neighbour's house
One must grow suspicious
Nyatefei wonye be amenutoe yorna efe akple kor be akple koe
It is true that one can only identify and call a mussel of banku
As his mussel of Banku
Gake edze mekafua edokui o de?
But a Salt does not praise itself?
Now see what has become of us?
We boasted of our Gold
And now not even silver do we have to show off
Yet ours was a land of many riches
A land where Honey and milk flow freely in abundance
From the hive and breast of Mother Nature
Yet in the abundance of water
Our dried throats can't even be quenched of their thirst
A wise man once told me
If you live very close to a riverbank
You'll hear the crab when it coughs
So I ask, are we that distant from our roots that
We can't see the realities of our uncertainties?
Hmm
The Eagles may take to the sky as kings
But even they do perch on the ground too
Eye menye drodro o nye o gake
Avu ha duna avutɔ
Yes it may not seem ordinary but a dog also bites its master
Yet no matter how drunk a mouse may be
It never goes to sleep on a cat's bed?
And can a master's tool ever dismantle the master's home?
Nana Asaase will say, one can only be as true as his mother tongue
So what do we call our own
When we don't have nothing to show?
Once upon a time, it was in the pots of togetherness
That we brew and drunk the wine of unity
Where side by side we stood by each other
For our entire village was but a compound house
Yes the culture of Africa, though the child may belong to one household
It took an entire community in raising that child
And although the cock may belong to one household
When it crows, it is the entire community benefits
Yes we are dynamic in all ways
In the footsteps of our women lies the rhythm
That beats in synchrony to the heart beat of men
And from the tongues of our men
Flows words laced with the sweetest of nectar
That wets even the toughest and the wildest of the hearts of women
Yes we are Africans and not savages
Beings with our entire livelihood intricately woven together
With the moral fibre that keeps us as one
We are a race whose culture speaks life and beauty
We are Africans
Sons and daughters of the sun, forged out of its ever unquenching and relentless sun rays
And now more than ever is the time to project our own
To defend and push our very own
For The stick we have in our hand
It is that with which we will strike the snake
And yes Fire devours the grass but not the roots
So we may have been burnt but let us not loose track of roots
For If a pregnant woman falls
It is the child in the womb that answers
And do not forget that
He who refuses to drink from the well of knowledge
Will surely die out of thirst in the desert of ignorance
So what at all could have gone wrong?
What is happening to us a people?
We were born kings and queens, wild and free
We were never born slaves
We were never born less
So nu ke dzor nenema gbegbe?
Our people say
Hadzidzi matso de akaye wo gba na
Making music without a pause only damages the instrument
Eyata nyemewunu o gake, matorde afiya
Ebubu yie de mayidzi
I have not ended but I'll stop here
With the hope that I will continue another day
Megborna

Written by:
Chris Sefogah

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