Fancies from infancy

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James Bamfo 7 years ago

What a wonderful poetry! I'm touched beyond words. Keep it up!

What a wonderful poetry! I'm touched beyond words. Keep it up!
Denis Gyeyir 7 years ago

thanks sir

thanks sir
maree stopes 7 years ago

gets my mouth watery! natural living.

gets my mouth watery! natural living.
John 7 years ago

Nandom Doo, Great! Achebe in the making. Garabenye

Nandom Doo, Great! Achebe in the making. Garabenye
Kwame 7 years ago

I am overwhelm with this song...
Myself another village boy
Where three rivers flow quite
Under the Savanah grass and water lilies.
Boats make their beat their path
Like humans in the Savana grass
Fish sing their song ...
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I am overwhelm with this song...
Myself another village boy
Where three rivers flow quite
Under the Savanah grass and water lilies.
Boats make their beat their path
Like humans in the Savana grass
Fish sing their songs not understood by the human ear.
Some leap into the sky and descend into the water.
Some make holes to bath the sunshine,
Bored over months of bathing water.
The storks up the cotton trees
Wading down in the rive to catch fish.
The kingfisher dropping like a stone
With a splash into he open space
Where the boats made their path
Pushed by long bamboo trees
Emerging from the bubbles of with a tiny fish.
The stork flies up after being satisfied by he river.
Their droppings whistle from the trees
Drop and scatter like a moist chalk.
As the fingerlings rush to make a meal
To watch and see the rivers emerge like giant snakes,
Then again go under the grass
Like giants covering themselves with a blanket.
Foxes chase rats,mouse and fish that venture
In to the path they beat in the floating grass.
Grasscutters fell and eat grass
Or sugarcane they stole from the farm near.
River snakes rest on the grass
And dash into the water at the sight of man,
A fox or some creeping eating mammal.
Women and girls come to fetch water
As they wait for the dirty water to flow away
And make dash for the clear water like light tea with their pots.
A boy runs towards the river from the forest.
On his shoulder a light trap
He finds an opening at he bank of the river.
Or make an opening with his trap.
Dig a hole and make sure
That the entrance of the trap is submerged
With the tail of his trap against the stream.
A man in a boat push it with a pole.
From time to time the pole knocks against the boat,
As a stick against a hollowed tree.
The boat push water forward like a wave.
He alights from the boat and carries with him,
Fish or his farms produce,
With a cutlass in the left hand
And a spear in his right hand.
He approach a mud house, roofed with grass.
Dropped his farm produce together with the fish on a mat.
Lean his spear against the wall
And entered the kitchen.
Denis Gyeyir 7 years ago

wow. beautiful. thanks for drawing my attention

wow. beautiful. thanks for drawing my attention
Denis Gyeyir 7 years ago

Barka yaga za

Barka yaga za
Gelyi 7 years ago

You can only enjoy this write up if the setting is familiar.thanks recovering my lost memory.

You can only enjoy this write up if the setting is familiar.thanks recovering my lost memory.
Yangfo Richard 7 years ago

Denise thanks for this wonderful piece. I can't but say it reflects exactly what some of us went through as children. You have succeeded in making feel very proud of where I come from. But not Goziiri.

Denise thanks for this wonderful piece. I can't but say it reflects exactly what some of us went through as children. You have succeeded in making feel very proud of where I come from. But not Goziiri.
Prosper Gyeyir 7 years ago

Bro I have real miss those our days. Nice piece

Bro I have real miss those our days. Nice piece
Remigius Tuo-zigh 7 years ago

Really touching brother, well done, am proud of you keep it up. Exactly what we went through...

Really touching brother, well done, am proud of you keep it up. Exactly what we went through...
Tioh 7 years ago

Really a beautiful poem about life in a great village in Nandom. Good and inspiring.

Really a beautiful poem about life in a great village in Nandom. Good and inspiring.
Denis Gyeyir 7 years ago

thanks big bro

thanks big bro
Deberu Christopher (Tapumu now at Off 7 years ago

Nice piece of work you can lobby and write liters books especially for schools in our communities you can also publish it on graphics some of us will help in marketing the book if produced proud to be Nandom boy God bless you

Nice piece of work you can lobby and write liters books especially for schools in our communities you can also publish it on graphics some of us will help in marketing the book if produced proud to be Nandom boy God bless you
Denis Gyeyir 7 years ago

thanks bro. i'm encouraged

thanks bro. i'm encouraged
jean batise 7 years ago

Is really a learning process growing up in the village.

Is really a learning process growing up in the village.
Yeltuo Patrick 7 years ago

Wow,Beautiful poam, just remembered
those days Denis

Wow,Beautiful poam, just remembered
those days Denis
sabi 7 years ago

so so good

so so good
Denis Gyeyir 7 years ago

Thanks darling

Thanks darling
Christopher Crilly Pienaah 7 years ago

I simply love it ????

I simply love it ????
Denis Gyeyir 7 years ago

Thanks boss

Thanks boss
Charles Lwanga 7 years ago

Great piece, OB! I love every it of it. Keep it up!

Great piece, OB! I love every it of it. Keep it up!

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