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Turbulent Waters

Once the sea took our land somewhere,
Where Mami Water, 
between jagged reefs,
dances the forbidden dance
And crabs, with pincers for scalpels,  
Scuttle over scattered shells, to
Perform postmortem on drowned spirits.

I have a fleeting memory
Of a tribe that once stood tall,
Now the waves wash ashore,
Sweeping away memories, people and all.

My nights are haunted by,
Dark dreams,
Women wailing for warriors lost at sea,
the restlessness of ancestors with leaky graves.

We had sojourned to faraway lands
To escape our nightmares,  
Severe and diverse,
‘twas an attempt to escape our shadows
But the ghosts would not rest.

The rainbow held no promise
Of release from the turbulent waters
So we've come back home,
The pieces of our broken heart,
So small,
They passed through the eye of a needle.

The hungry sea,
It fed on our people;

Tides are rising 
And, the sea, it will be back for seconds... 

*****12th May 2004*****

For the people of Keta and all who experienced the wrath of the Sea


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