Heritage
They take me through grasslands
Of the sunny flat lands of home
Dotted by baobabs
Young ones running up and down
Elders , to and from farm
Changing tunes low and high
As they sing them
In turns
To suit their situation
Yao songs
Sometimes they bring to life memories
That strengthen bonds of blood
Making turning backs on each other forbidden
When you remember lullabies
Sang by them to you
When you were a toddler
A yao toddler.
Happiness is better expressed
The rythms hold sorrow captive
And to anger exactly the same happen
As hunger politely walks out
To give room
For people to dance
To the on spot composed tunes
Yao tunes
Copyright © Wilson Lemani | Year Posted 2020
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