Butter in Bata

POEM: BUTTER IN BATA

For several seasons, moons and nights,

The High Priest reminded the people:

Cast your bread upon the waters

For so shall it be returned unto you.

So have many days and nights passed

Even though no one ever again asked

When the ship of clay would come

To fetch the bread that have been cast

Upon the tidal waves of the deep blue sea

Oh YES! Our eyes longed to see it!

One, two, three

We moved in batches

Guided by the Black Stars

That brightened our path at pitch dark nights

One , two, three

A step at a time

Two steps at a time

A three for a leap!

Slowly , surely we set our sail

To reach the land of BATA

Sandwiched between and beyond the deep blue sea

Where stories of victims, victors and villains

Are written on the emeralds of history

And told from the heart of Lions.

Through faith we persevered

In search of the fate that awaits us in BATA

And soon pulled up

In a land made of clay, hay and ways of the tides

In search of our Bread

Which we had cast Upon the waters.

Oh what fate brought us of our faith

Our bread in BATA

Had been battered beyond belief

Handed to us with butter

Mixed on sands that drew tears from our eyes in the pelting Sun.

The High Priest will speak again

Yes he has spoken again

Your Bread with butter without BATA:

'Till come when it shall come

For such is the fate of those who muster their faith and

Let be, what will be , to be!

(C) Copyright, Selorm Kofi Dake.

kofidake@gmail.com.

10th February 2015.