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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.
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Kofi Amed
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