Home-bound Dancers

(For African Literary Pioneers of the Silent Generation)

I hear a sound: is that not the insolence of the twin gong?

They say a new music was gestated

That a new song has been written,

The air reeks of novel melodies.

I hear a sound: is that not the mirth of the banjo?

They say a new age has come

That the primeval days are gone,

A fiesta has been launched at the village square of our souls. Read the full poem here.