Words are Gifts

Dressed For the Occasion

Colours of nature appear, a

Selection of cotton, African prints

Introducing Kaba and slit; our local top and long skirt

Announcing duku the matching head gear

Tied firmly in rich damask

Arriving regally on the grounds

To heated, beating drums that greet

and entertain, till the beat dies down,

when the dance subsides

and the cotton and damask

are bid farewell.

4 responses to “Dressed For the Occasion”

  1. Oooooo, I just found myself transported back to Abelempke. Love the economy of words, you make every one count. To heated, beating drums that greet – chills.

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    Leigh Anne Eck

    I love learning about your culture through your slices. Would loved to have seen a picture!

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  3. Such an evocative poem! I too would have loved a photo, but your poem conjures up the beauty of the clothing. There is something about the word ‘damask’…!

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  4. What a lovely and informative piece! This truly is a “slice” of life, this noticing of important details. Thank you for sharing your culture with us.

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I am am Elementary school teacher at an International IB School in Accra, Ghana, West Africa. I write with groups of writers, such as Teach Write.


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