Writers Space Africa-Rwanda
Issue 5 Poetry Umukarago

Wode Maya | Adut Loi Akok

Wode Maya
The son of every African Walaya
My village elders are proud of you
Come for honeymoon with your
wife Miss Trudy

I will tell you how to climb the rooftop of Aduel
Phenomenon
Towers that stand with the feet of ancestors.

And as you climb
Take my all and dine:
Taste my meat and fish
Taste my milk and honey
Taste my millet and beans and peas
Take the tobacco pipe and taste
The medicine of active gods

As you climb
Know all shelters stand here with the feet of our ancestors
Towers made of Ubuntu’s spirit
Where to stand when night falls
And talk to the village full moon
In the forgotten African language

Hail nights that strengthen your feet
To carry towers for the next generation
The ancestors mow the grass when summer arises,
Paint the sky to glimmering blues in tropical daylight.

Wode Maya,
The proud son of every African Walaya
Your tongue is made of all the words unburied
With Nelson Mandela
The blood and skin of Kwame Nkrumah

Tell your wife, Miss Trudy,
The village ways are dark and woody
But my ancestor smear out the night fright
From the heart with Lulu oil
You’d gaze till dusk at beautiful things kept secret by war
You would sail around the sudd watching
Wrestle like wild buffalos
Jumping for a dance like antelopes
Before sunset on the beach of Lake Yirol and River Bar-nam,
And return to climb the rooftop of Aduel.


Featured photograph by Olivier Mugwiza | The New Times



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