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Monday, December 29, 2014

Kwame Ataapim

Kwame Ataapim was born in famine:
He lost his parents before his birth;
He lost his sight before he could see;
He lost his teeth before he could bite;
He lost his feet before he could walk.

Kwame Ataapim was born in war:
He stood on the rock and split it apart;
He tugged at the rope and tore it in two;
He breathed on the sea and burnt it up;
He gazed at the fire and froze it up.

Kwame Ataapim was born in need:
When they were eating they never called him;
When they were planning he wasn't around;
When they were leaving they didn't see him;
When they were killing they didn't spare him.

Written by D. E. K. Krampah (all right reserved)

The poem was post because of few lessons to be learnt from it.
The poem is a tragic one, it reveals how less concerned African countries are with their masses and the poem didn't fail to reveal the negative effects of war and elements of war. When there is war, there will be needs. When there is war, there will be famine. When there is war, there will be lost of lives, confusion, diseases, etc.

The poem makes us to know how war affected the life of the character (Kwame Ataapim). He suffered multiple disabilities, yet, we could see elements of ability in his disability (stanza 2 of the poem from line 7-10: he stood on the rock and split it apart; he tugged at the rope and tore it in two; he gazed at the fire and froze it up.)

Part of the flavor of the poem is that it will make the reader wonder: how could Kwame Ataapim stand on the rock, when he had "lost his feet before he could walk"? How did he see the fire, when he had "lost his sight before he could see"?

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

They Walked And Talked (composed by Prof. Uche Okeke)

They talked and walked,
walked and talked and talked_
talkative homing dames;
mothers, grandmothers, all homing,
returning from a distant mart
baskets on heads, words on lips_
gossip or talk tales of folks at home.

They clapped their hands;
they screamed from time to time;
they moved their heads in most expressive ways_
their hands spoke even louder than their tongues_
as they swept like a great Saharan wind
along the winding beaten tracks
before them, silent, deserted.

Not even the discordant creaking of the toad;
not even the noise of insects here and there,
not even the songs of birds everywhere,
were heard above the noise of these homing folks
who (forgetful of the ancient saying
that even blades of grasses are living ears)
could not restrain their long and wagging tongues.

This poem was written by Prof. Uche Okeke. He was born April 30, 1933. In 1960, he got the Poetry prize in the national literary competition organized by the National Arts Council.He authored Tales Of Land Of Death in the year 1933.
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