A Feast In Ashanti

In the fading august sunset I walk out of my mud house In my checkered coloured kente And dazzling wooden slippers. As the sounds of the drums echo behind I dance to the tune of its melodic songs. Gong Gong Gong Gong Gong! The beats resound whirling along with Soothing tune from the pawpaw stick flute. I chant along with the crowds "nana oo nana" In recognition to kings of ashanti kingdom. Royals worth their weight in Gold, As am Awed by a culture that never gets old. I dine with the kings at the adai kesse festival, An indigenous gathering beneath my feet in kusmasi.