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Poem:Under the fig tree with a flute!
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Poem:Under the fig tree with a flute!
Author:Essa Bokarr SEY.
Poem:Under the fig tree with a flute!
Reflections matching intensions.
Someone at the rear.
Someone in the middle.
Someone in those reflections.
That was a silent moment of hope.
Dearest life do you see me everyday?
I am part of the caravan.
Am I not part of the caravan?
Tinga-Linga-tinga-linga!
Life O!
That soul is rolling along....
Isn't peace a promise from paradise?
Reflections skimming the streams of peace.
Weep not brother!
Weep not sister!
Life is that partner I saw within these mazes of concrete.
Memory O!
Life is the same partner I saw along the plains of Saareh Kunta.
I heard a sparrow sing.
I heard a mule sing.
Come here you the nomad's child...
Sit here....sip from the calabash of hope!
Hope is Power!
Show me the cattle of "Galloh Jindu Konno anaani"
Does that shepherd bother?
Not when he is listening to his flute under the huge fig tree!
My tears are rolling for the sake of Amadou Hampathe Bah!
There in the jungle of Banjagara the good spirits of Massina-Toro saw him come!
What a giant brain of another nomad's child!
African child weep not!
One mind, one catch!
Two minds, a basket full!
My salutaions to you the African child.
Read these stanzas!
I can still hear the heavy rain washing the nostrils of the grazing cattle.
Do not refuse drinking from the "woyyoh"
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Posted on Thursday, April 10, 2008 (Archive on Tuesday, April 29, 2008)
Posted by PNMBAI Contributed by PNMBAI
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