Book contents
- Frontmatter
- Contents
- List of Illustrations
- Preface and Acknowledgements
- No Wings
- Preface to Second Edition
- Foreword to Second Edition
- Introduction to Second Edition
- A Note of History
- Should I Ever…
- THE COUNTRYSIDE
- AKAN
- The Poetry of Drums
- Across the Prah
- The Tale of Ananse and Twala the Thief
- Ananse's Punishment
- Ohia and the Thieving Deer
- ‘The Iron Bar’
- Drum Proverbs
- Afram
- A Fisherman's Day
- Komenda Hill
- Ahanamanta (Harmattan)
- Mami Takyiwa's Misfortune
- New Life at Kyerefaso
- No Ten Without Nine
- EWE
- GA-ADANGME
- DAGOMBA
- HAUSA
- THE TOWN
- The Contributors
- Index
No Ten Without Nine
from AKAN
Published online by Cambridge University Press: 02 August 2019
- Frontmatter
- Contents
- List of Illustrations
- Preface and Acknowledgements
- No Wings
- Preface to Second Edition
- Foreword to Second Edition
- Introduction to Second Edition
- A Note of History
- Should I Ever…
- THE COUNTRYSIDE
- AKAN
- The Poetry of Drums
- Across the Prah
- The Tale of Ananse and Twala the Thief
- Ananse's Punishment
- Ohia and the Thieving Deer
- ‘The Iron Bar’
- Drum Proverbs
- Afram
- A Fisherman's Day
- Komenda Hill
- Ahanamanta (Harmattan)
- Mami Takyiwa's Misfortune
- New Life at Kyerefaso
- No Ten Without Nine
- EWE
- GA-ADANGME
- DAGOMBA
- HAUSA
- THE TOWN
- The Contributors
- Index
Summary
Deep in the jungle Africa,—
Please, worry not your maps—
Where sun and rain show off their strength,
And heat men's energy saps,
Where leaves are green throughout the year,
And fruits big monkeys claim,
There stood a hut owned by a man,
Kweku Ananse by name.
A running stream below a hill
Did boast of a precious store,
For, all along its marshy banks
Were crabs ne'er seen before.
These crabs Kweku had claim on them
For, the marsh was his by birth;
And anyone who dared intrude,
Did so at risk of death.
Old age had stamped its mark on him
When last I saw his face;
It was the day he made new traps
His old ones to replace.
Next day he took his palm-leaf sack
And snailing down the hill,
He sudd'ly heard the shouts of boys
Which made him keep quite still.
They were three tough, delinquent boys
In search of rats not crabs.
They hadn't seen nor were they near
Those crabs now caught in the traps.
But if old Kweku picked a crab,
That would show them the way;
For, they would leave no stone unturned
To see them gained the day.
The sun climbed up, the stream rolled by,
Still Kweku did not stir;
The matter was so grave that he
Must handle it with care.
At last he called to mind a plan
On which his fame did thrive;
He had evolved this plan from his
Philosophy of life.
‘Hei you, my little bonny boys!’
Kweku called out to them.
‘Why waste your time hunting for rats
Which sane men do condemn?
My traps have caught big golden crabs
Among all crabs the best;
Take as much as can fill your palms
And help me pick the rest.’
‘Thank you, old man,’ replied the boys,
Who reached there in a flash;
‘But we can see you are too old
To plod along this marsh.
Old man, do please enjoy a rest
And leave all in our care;
We'll set your traps and bring your crabs
Before we get our share’.
So saying they all rushed away,
Ere long they all came back;
They'd set the traps, and brought the crabs
In Kweku's palm-leaf sack.
Each had as much as filled both palms;
In fact, each had just two.
They thanked Kweku and left the place
With smiles of gratitude.
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- Voices of GhanaLiterary Contributions to the Ghana Broadcasting System 1955–57, pp. 116 - 117Publisher: Boydell & BrewerPrint publication year: 2018