On the Banks of the Volta - Nana Yeboaa



The river calls so strongly
Like a mother calls to her child
In my dreams, all I see is a mother’s hand
Reaching out to her child’s
My heart feels heavy and teary, crying with no tears
A feeling of loss and despair
A child lost, forgotten across the high seas
Yearning and searching for home
On the banks of the Volta life was what it was
Neither glorified nor horrified
Just what life was and awakened to life’s honed senses
I promised to shed no tears, nor curse my circumstance
I shall in prayer wait for the time
When I shall stand again on the banks of the Volta
Walk across the Adome Bridge
And settle in my heart that I am home.



4 comments:

Darko Antwi said...

If you read Nana Yeboaa's poems, you would be brought to attention by her supreme technique: a layout of simple expression. When she puts you on such a foothold, she engages you gracefully to follow each line of the story with ease of understanding.

Welldone Nana, 'On the Banks of the Volta' is well-written.




Kofi A. Amoako said...

"I shall in prayer wait for the time
When I shall stand again on the banks of the Volta
Walk across the Adome Bridge
And settle in my heart that I am home"
my goodness. I haven't come across such beautiful lines in a while. It's filled with so much hope and expectation- and of valiant return. And of course, these proclamations are also made cautiously, 'in prayer' 'shall'. I love it, i love it. Many of us long for such returns and reunions.

Jabulani Mzinyathi said...

a subtle rhythm can be discerned. the poem touches on a subject of socio-economic-political dislocation. when will our children in exile return home and enjoy the warmth of the home hearths. afrika why are you in so much turmoil that your children have to run away from home?

Bernadette said...

thanks guys, we all yearn for home at a certian point in our sojourn.
It is a pleasure to share with you all.