ROUSE OF THE SOIL

My legs dance!

Dance! I said.

For the ancestors blow you a flute

The spirits of the land play you drums.

But you say. . .

The song by the gods

Is a bitter pill,

It churns my tummy.

I won’t dance.

You, son of the soil dance!

Dance! I said.

For the ancestors blow you a flute

The spirits of the land play you drums.

Aha! Eeeeh!  Igbo kwenu!

The song of the gods

Drives my spirit into a frenzy

And I dance.

Dibia!

Pour out a libation

Let us celebrate

For I have the lips of the gods

But not their status

In the spirit land

My ancestors call me

 A reincarnation of Onigbo

The mouth of the Igbo’s.

Who art thou?