Afrikcah – Edo Gyel

Sun, 04/27/2014 - 22:14 -- Missy.Q


From dawn to dusk

Unable to seize

Unable to capture

Unable to freeze.

The 8:30am heat.

            It has awaken to burn

Your sole. Pigment.

Limbs of colored butterscotch, smooth caramel, chocolate and midnight dark.

Are roasting peanuts, selling Gala and Maggi

Indeed (chuckles) there is no place like home, like home.


Egusi, Ogbono, Okra soup.

The rhythmic chant over and over the mortar & pestle

Beads of sweat trickle down the crease of your thighs

Over and over

Pounded Yam, Pounded Yam

“Do am small jor”

Pounded Yam, Pounded Yam

Ankara, Ashoke

The woven cloth of our culture

God, the cement to our family

NEPA, the base to our laughter

Faith, the only means towards survival.


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741