{"id":460,"date":"2022-07-08T08:31:42","date_gmt":"2022-07-08T05:31:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/nasahafrica.wordpress.com\/?p=460"},"modified":"2022-07-08T08:31:42","modified_gmt":"2022-07-08T05:31:42","slug":"my-brother-the-african-twist-home-of-creative-minds","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nasahafrica.com\/?p=460","title":{"rendered":"My brother: The African twist, home of creative minds."},"content":{"rendered":"\n

By MC CLIDE the Poet<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In our African setup, the appreciation and use of poetry to communicate hard truths to the people was creatively used to explore twists of life, nature, conduct, and the presentation of what was seen going contrary to the societal norms. Warning and communication of disappointment were conveyed to the intended audience using a number of creative ways such as poetry, folk roles, stories, and riddles. The antagonist in this piece of art has closed borders of acceptable behavior and to his face is told of the pain his conduct has caused. In our case, poetry is employed as below shown.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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My brother<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
My brother
I've chosen to tell you 
As I will tell the elders 
So you don't ask
\"Why didn't he ask me first?\" 

My brother 
Since I brought home  
A second wife 
From the shores 
Of lake Victoria 
Your good eye has changed 

My brother 
The eye you give me 
Of late is one red with jealousy 
As if I am a thief 
Of what should be yours 

My brother 
The eye you give my young wife 
The words you share  
With Akumu my second wife 
Leave me worried 

My brother 
Am told you were seen 
In the compound 
Of Owiti the witch doctor 
And that he gave you 
A sackful of medicine 

My brother 
The just other day 
Nyar Ugenya my precious cow 
Fell into the well 

My brother 
Just so you know 
My ten year old dog 
Foxxy went blind 
And ten of my chicken died 

My brother 
Am told you were seen
Passing by my shamba 
Where I used to harvest 
Sacks of groundnuts 

My brother 
Just so you should know 
Am not blind  
I have ears glued to the ground 
I listen to even the wind 
And lately
 
My brother 
Tame your eye 
Tame your mouth 
Tame your loins 
Before this compound<\/pre>\n\n\n\n
Mc Clide the poet<\/mark><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n
#TheCryingInk #poetryforhealingtheworld<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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