Nkung, nkung, nkung, nkung!
Are the early morning sounds of resurrection, for our
weathered hopes and dreams for better days.
You ignite our strength when fear, insecurities,
agony, and pain fill our hearts.
Sons and daughters of the soil are loyal to you,
your voice rejuvenates peace, hope, and love.
Your belly vomits echoes of hope, strength, unity, and tranquility.
I hail the secret “NCHÙM” of my forefathers,
messenger of our gods
Sculptured from the secret trunks of our dear soils.
This poem was published in the 11th Issue of PoeticAfrica magazine.
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“Mitrung! Na wain nya fititi e-nchvi yum ma!”
This poem reminds me of my primary school days. I remember singing:
John is a buh nchum,
Mary is a mbina-mbina,
And Mary is the dancer.
Now, imagine singing these words in vivace at 4/4 timing. That’s the fun I am reliving at the moment.
The evocation of emotions from reading this poem can literary make thoughts dance in the moonlight to the sound of imaginary drums. It delights and fuses horizons; at least that is what I felt reading this poem.
Ikfingeh, thank you for flooding me with fond childhood memories.
A big thanks to writers space for the publication, I a greatful