GBONA

mo gbona feli

Thunder - an earthquake - wildfire

Changing - shifting - raging

Dark hands pound goatskin drums

No conductor, rhythm is etched in eumelanin

Fueled by gyrating hips, howling, chanted melodies, 

Heaving chests, sweat streams glistening in the fireside glow.

Love and passion

Lust and agony

Churning - gushing - erupting from the surface

A spirit to fly back home 

A mother to see her dead children

Cracked heels kick up sand, you find history in these tracks

Misery and victory in these tracks

And hope and the quiet longing of the hard hair girl in a window

Pining for its locks to loosen