TALES OF MY HEROES

Mild was his temperament :
Like a lion and its prey,
Learning the art of the bow
In the mist of his foe.
His heart was forged
By the gods
As a blue whale's bone.
Cooked was his mental being
By the ancestral bond,
And in reason lies his wealthy
Speeches from the wisdom of old.
In his eyes saw I the ferocity
Of a wounded snake,
Readying a calamitous sting.
And in planning, saw I Ananse
Weaving his cunning web,
For a wholesome catch...
"strike them hard
With 'e shock of 'em lives "
Was his mindset in display
Yet, a silent command.
But finally he spoke
" give me my land, hey! Mr stranger "
" give me back my birth right ".

Jokarth Agubiya