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
- EWE
- Ewe Poetry
- Akoli the Rich
- Poems of Eweland
- Down Below the Volta River
- GA-ADANGME
- DAGOMBA
- HAUSA
- THE TOWN
- The Contributors
- Index
Poems of Eweland
from EWE
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
- EWE
- Ewe Poetry
- Akoli the Rich
- Poems of Eweland
- Down Below the Volta River
- GA-ADANGME
- DAGOMBA
- HAUSA
- THE TOWN
- The Contributors
- Index
Summary
The Lagoon (Afubaka)
Glide on steadily that we reach home early,
Good marketing and fishing vessels.
In the twilight is the setting sun.
The winds are cold and my pores are sealed.
Little gulls and big lagoon birds
That fly in and out the sails,
Driving to catch your prey,
What will you do to aid us reach home early?
Push the boat steadily to reach home;
It is getting dark, the ripples are breaking.
The common lagoon fishes that jumped
Into the vessel have long since died.
Ye winds, push the barge steadily homewards;
Ye market women, blow air into the sails,
Let the stick and the paddle get to work.
Let the hand and the feet get work.
It is getting dark, that we reach home early.
Be still and calm, gentle Lagoon,
Guide us safely, mother Gbele,
Till we reach our destination.
Let your flood which comes from underground
Bring us delicious fishes of all kinds,
That famine, poverty and illness pass by.
Let your dryness that smiles to show
The white teeth that bring us wealth
Come without obstruction, dear Afubaka.
Sing Unto Me
Sing unto me, beautiful damsel,
You, thin-voiced minstrel, sing unto me.
I know that it is difficult
To sing on being asked;
But let me hear the echo of your voice,
Which only soothes my pining heart.
Dance unto me, beautiful damsel,
You slender necked maid, dance unto me.
I know that the drummers
Have not yet started playing;
Step off, and the sight of that alone,
Shall give me the strength I need.
The Bar (Aziza)
When the Volta is in flood, the bar is fearful—
Fishing boats rest over the sands,
River boats ply along the sides.
The banks are nearly lost.
Crocodiles raise their heads above the water.
The mangroves grow new leaves and branches,
Big fish come ashore and food is enjoyed.
But the boat that goes astray
And meets the tide where the sea and the river meet
Tumbles and pours its contents ashore.
Dead creatures, fineries, treasures
Line up along the coast.
A smaller boat is broken in pieces
Providing fuel for dwellers along the river.
Truly, it is the boat that would break
That crosses the river at the bar.
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- Voices of GhanaLiterary Contributions to the Ghana Broadcasting System 1955–57, pp. 129 - 136Publisher: Boydell & BrewerPrint publication year: 2018