This is a taste of the fruit of the Golden Black Tree of Africa.
There is no border between poetry and song; but poetry lives in the heart and the song is in the pond.
As Odomankoma the Creator gives it; There is no tongue like African.
Monday, February 7, 2011
LOVE CHORDS IN ABSENTIA 1
Tell me again, Obaa Amponsah,
Those mellifluous lines you swore to my love on that night we were caught up in the embrace of our shadows,