Kobena Eyi Acquah
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In the Navel of the Soul- by Kobena Eyi Acquah
In the navel of the soul
the midwives of the spirit say
they can hear a heart-throb
The experts, of course
disagree
The urine test they ordered
said, Negative
confirming their palpation results
Our fundal height is at an
all time low
our breasts bear no
tell-tale tints upon their tits
Yet in their finger upon
our navel
the midwives of the spirit say
they feel a foetal throb
God
the things that are done
in Your name -
I mean, the things that are undone
behind
the flimsy facade of Your name
If our own eyes
had not seen in broad daylight
the things they have here
disclaimed on oath
we would be believing we
dreamt it all
Indeed, even now
under the heat of their
quizzical glare
the benign indulgence of
their smile
we are not sure -
No. We are sure
They say we have gone
all out of our mind
If madness nurtures such lucidity
God, make us mad -
make us even more mad
For in the navel
of the soul
we, too, have felt, at times
the throb
of a straining heart,
a spirit refusing to be drowned
in its own waters
before birth
the midwives of the spirit say
they can hear a heart-throb
The experts, of course
disagree
The urine test they ordered
said, Negative
confirming their palpation results
Our fundal height is at an
all time low
our breasts bear no
tell-tale tints upon their tits
Yet in their finger upon
our navel
the midwives of the spirit say
they feel a foetal throb
God
the things that are done
in Your name -
I mean, the things that are undone
behind
the flimsy facade of Your name
If our own eyes
had not seen in broad daylight
the things they have here
disclaimed on oath
we would be believing we
dreamt it all
Indeed, even now
under the heat of their
quizzical glare
the benign indulgence of
their smile
we are not sure -
No. We are sure
They say we have gone
all out of our mind
If madness nurtures such lucidity
God, make us mad -
make us even more mad
For in the navel
of the soul
we, too, have felt, at times
the throb
of a straining heart,
a spirit refusing to be drowned
in its own waters
before birth
Great poem i dare say. Read the Poet's Biography below.
ACQUAH, Kobena Eyi (1952-), Ghanaian poet, was born in Winneba, in the Central Region of Ghana, and educated at the University of Ghana, Legon and the Ghana Law School. He is a legal and investment consultant, he also contributes to Ghana's public life in such organizations as the Copyright Board, the W.E.B. Dubois Centre for Pan-African Culture, and the Ghana Book Development Council. His publications include The Man Who Died (1984), Music for a Dream Dance (1989), Rivers Must Flow, and No Time for a Masterpiece (1995).
Great poem indeed
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