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Master Drummer
Agbozo Edzordzi Gabriel

For Mariam Esinam Sefenu

Drummer extra-ordinary
Adroit adulator of the ancestral songs
Quencher of tribal acrimony
With the rhythms of music unwrongs
It is you I greet.
My friends, clansmen, siblings are all lost
It is for them I grieve
They are imprisoned and may rot
Imprisoned in air tight dark suits
With squeezed throats in artificial-air offices
And portfolio sweat-less services.
Have mercy, bring them home
To help restore the hope.

10/11/08, Legon

Agbozo Edzordzi Gabriel

More from this poet:
Crossroad;Twenty-one-gun Salute;

Polemic on Our Deception as a People

An article by Nana Yaw Sarpong

In Africa, we have continued to live as a people who do not bite-- although in our collective effort we can more than any other grouping-- not even when we are wronged. When we wrong others, we are quick to make things right, not for fear, but for peaceful co-existence. That has been our way, the way.

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