21 Abibisika (Black Gold) Points

Rank: Unranked Obibini

I write poems every now and then. I hope it vibes with y’all.

Nsamanfo,
Inscribing,
Preparing cloth,
Lamenting,
Calling upon the cackling fox to prepare the way for the boats of reeds,
You many in a moment of great despondency leaving a secret with those ready for passage,
For those facing the immensity,
Nsamanfo,
The bearers of the native tongue,
Scribes of the old words,
The providers and keepers of the mission,
Of a secret only the deepest of breaths carry,
Nsamanfo,
You few witnesses to the tall order of restoration,
Petitioners of the residents of the deep calling forth those forces to carry the dead of the upside down to far away lands,
Preparing cloth of black hue to dress the boats of reeds,
For the travel in a stream of red where the warmth reside,
Near ephemerals pool where those weary may rest,
May rest to tell their stories and cultivate this soil to give way to their mission,
Nsamanfo,
Do you see,
Walking upright are your children,
Many though are afraid,
Many do not listen,
Many choose to run away,
To not know your names and the secret of the deepest of breaths,
To forget the words of Nsamanfo,
Spent in the trenches of a blind dog we remain,
Looking for a road where the vulture patrols,
But it is in shallow trenches we remain,
And we lose many a day,
Too many Nsamanfo,
And Everyone lost is a secret up,
A word in this greatest of stories gone,
Again and again and again,
We are forgetting most of all you many who lament the passing of your own,
But again and again and again you speak words weighing that of the ocean of time,
For us,
For your children,
Knowing that in those words of harmony the child will set free the deepest of breaths,
Nsamanfo,
You rays of light speckling the cover of clouds,
You deepest of black holding all stars in the waters above,
The duckling will speak your most sincere of words in the face of the Sun.