Libation

Written by: Emmanuel Okpoti

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!!