Dancing to the beat
Coming from an animal skin
Alongside the most beautiful
Girl in the village, Níkẹ́.
No Nike shoes,
Our feet carass the earth.
Our ancestors could feel their
We could hear the talking drums.
Their spirits spoke through them.
They were proud of the obedient
Children: “O ko gbagbe wa,”
Even the sun came out to watch,
Eavesdropping behind the hillside.
Sweat ran to the heelside.
The wind stole the melody to share
With the seas.
The fire we ignited,
Surrounded by people without hood.
We kept the neighborhood warm with
Moves like nightfire in the middle.
By Elijah Christopher
Elijah Christopher is a journalist at A New Touch Of Africa, is also a creative writer, a poet, and an IT enthusiast. He contributed to the collaborative poem written in celebration of Edwin Morgan Centenary, the first Glasgow poet laureate and Scottish national poet from the University of Glasgow. He loves meeting people and learning about new places, cultures, events, and lifestyles.