Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Last night I looked into the round face of the moon
she smiled and beckoned me come
"Come with me" she said "Come on a journey
A journey through time and space
And I will reveal to you your own journey"
Her round face was insistent!
As I climbed through the window I grew wings and flew
I flew back to a time and space when my spirit soared
Soared above the clouds
Time when I laughed from the belly
A time when men knew how to be men
And women rejoiced in their womanhood!
She said, "Open your eyes my child
Do not be afraid to look at yourself
If you are to recognise truth in your own face!
Sing my child", she said, "Sing".
I looked
I sang and I danced
Suddenly, I heard the rising rhythm of the drum
I saw nibble hands caressing the tight skin of drums
Hips wise to the rhythm of Mother earth
gyrated to the beat of the drum
And the pounding of feet
I watched.
I saw and i was happy
written by Nne Dimela Yekwai(c)2020
from her book
STOLEN LOVE
lost jigida reclaimed