From the vrooms of traffic
Cock a doodle doo's of roosters
Steps of the people on
The red clay like sand
Stoic cemented buildings stand
Vibrancies of color expanding across the Land
Rhythm of the language rolling off tongues
Medasi paa!! Thank you very much!
Moves just like a song
The strands of palm tree leaves brings shade to the Land
Brown skin to brown skin Melanin
Generations being carried on the backs of Queens
The hustle and bustle of life in the streets
Spintex Road is where I found my legacy
From the mmm's!! To ahhs! okaayss! Akwaaba!!!
The waters of Cape Coast kiss the sand
Where my ancestors stomped and danced the Land
The ocean became some of their graves
I can hear their voices in the midst of the waves
I wonder...what are their names?
Ase Ase to all the oceans unmarked graves...
6 November 2017
I wrote this poem while in Ghana as I reflected on some of my observations and experiences that I had. Africa moved every part of my being and experiencing Ghana with all of my senses heightened my belonging to Africa and my love for my Africa, my home. I will be forever changed because I returned to my Motherland. As my Ancestors exited through Elmina Slave dungeon's door of no return they thought we would be no more, but we returned...
Shalom,
Jazz