Libation
Give me a drink for I have a
prayer to say
A hard native brew for a strong
supplication to Mawu.
I shall call Okplejen the mighty
God who bears the earth and
her siblings.
Then I will call Klotia and call
Amli
The tree that bore the fruit
from which seed this shoot
sprouted.
Ododoben full to empty
Warrior's linguist listen, hear
for your lord
Agoooo eii!! Agooo!
Kantankani boafo, King-bi King
Amlalobi Amlalo Ataa-Naa
Nyornmor I call on you
Keep not your ears away from
my cry
For tomorrow has come home
to today
A palanquin on a hill bears the
valley's regal
Kunim sits on a lofty valley
view at Neehu
Awaiting the glorious royal
descend to familiar cacophony.
The drag is long on the crag.
Hewaletse,I pray strength to
the often weary tendons of the
yoke bearer.
To body and soul, nourishment
and fortification.
O Yehowa, summon thy guards
to the palanquin's safety.
By fire at night, by clouds in
the day
you lead
Break the limbs of treacherous
men who ride on the veil of
darkness to commit evil
Blind the evil-envious eyes of
the wicked and dumb the
cursing tongue.
Surely the stranger-native must
come home safely and in glory.
Tswa ni omanye aba!
Hiao!!
Copyright © Emmanuel Okpoti | Year Posted 2013
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