Poem by Kwabena Agyare Yeboah (Ghana) Published in The Ofi Press issue 41 | Moonlight Death, It is said you would return someday I sit here with your drum I will pay you with Auntie Esi's pepper Come for your rent It is you who make warriors bite dust Smuggler of fate, quench your thirst with palm oil Okigbo, Achebe, Awoonor - you smeared your ash on them at the battleground bangles now rattle If you ever return, please, pick your footprints I sit here with your drum |