Afrikcah – Edo Gyel
Location
From dawn to dusk
Unable to seize
Unable to capture
Unable to freeze.
The 8:30am heat.
It has awaken to burn
Your sole. Pigment.
Limbs of colored butterscotch, smooth caramel, chocolate and midnight dark.
Are roasting peanuts, selling Gala and Maggi
Indeed (chuckles) there is no place like home, like home.
Evbuotubu.
Egusi, Ogbono, Okra soup.
The rhythmic chant over and over the mortar & pestle
Beads of sweat trickle down the crease of your thighs
Over and over
Pounded Yam, Pounded Yam
“Do am small jor”
Pounded Yam, Pounded Yam
Ankara, Ashoke
The woven cloth of our culture
God, the cement to our family
NEPA, the base to our laughter
Faith, the only means towards survival.