Ancient Songs of the Djembe (/ˈdʒɛm.bɛ/) Drum pt. 1

Ancient Songs of the Djembe (/ˈdʒɛm.bɛ/) Drum 

I was born in ancient times gone when songs;

Told a story long by the distant gone,

My roots are planted in the soils of West Africa;

Where songs of peace prevailed in historical gather,

I descend among the Bambara people in Mali;

I’m the most versatile drum—

That sounds in melody when the sun sets calm,

I transcend between the Malinké people;

As my voices roar in distant echoes of Africa,

I’m the cultures of many but one— O Mama Africa;

How tyrant your soothing sound had become?

But I was born in ancient times gone;

As hunters of deviant lions gathered in song at dawn,

And foot trekkers traveled long— in their song;

And their hands marveled to the rhythm of the drum beat,

My fingers dance crossed like warriors of humble dreams;

And echoes deep, to the edge of my palm and their fingertips,

I’m the son of the African sun to my blood stream;

And my hands clap in song as shakers dwell in winters deep,

I’m the tree of many roots to my colourful leaves;

Between the Bantu peoples further south to my knees,

I’m the great Induna, the silent drummer;

I’m the mystical sound from the natives along the Caprivi,

I’m the great river that snakes through the great Zambezi;

And I’m the great mountain that scatters in voices deep,

I travel many miles afar in songs to my peace;

And further too, many ears of many generations further, at ease,

I’m the ancient song of the bongo drum;

Like ancient songs of the djembe drum,

I’m the heart beat of the Congo arms;

My songs touch deeper to the nerves of an angry one,

My echo drums further to the edge of a hungry one;

And tongues wither as wings fly higher to the djembe drum!

I’m the unknown one between untold Psalms of the gone….

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Onalethuso Petruss Ntema

Book: The Shadow (Beyond Shadows): Life, Reality and Mental Inspiration poetry

2015, XLIBRIS Publishing UK

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