Orukoro Dancer

Orukoro Dancer                                                                                                                                               

“Child, weep not

Mother will be fine”

Still Tonye’s voice went out

Surpassing the rolling drums

To win mother’s attention,

Her hands stretched forth

Forcing body through dense crowd

To mar mother’s drunken steps,

She, solitary Lass, soaked with her tears,

Weaved a cry:

“Mother! Mother!

What have they done to you mother!?

It’s me your daughter!

Come! Come homeward!”

But all were health tips for pigs.

Dancer, canoe to the unseen paddler

Dancer, slave to the spiritual native banter

Feet, chalk-patterned by her painter

Body, clad with white and red George-wrapper,

Danced forward, danced backward,

Danced drummers-ward, danced viewers-ward,

Danced, Shell to her marine partner

Danced she, beats after beats, songs after songs,

Swung, palm leaves at wind’s gate.

Ah! Several fresh eggs went lost to her belly.

Then I replaced the soil on my soles with another

Weaving pity in my heart

Pity for viewers, lost in spirit’s huddle

Spirits who seek for more canoes to paddle.

Note:

Orukoro dancers are women ( most times men) who dance to certain drumbeats under the influence of a marine spirit, at this times, songs and drums are played for them by members of their Orukoro society. Viewers usually come out in their numbers to witness the dancesteps and drumbeats. This experience does not happen frequently, but occasionally.

The word Orukoro means the coming down of a deity, but in this case it is usually the marine deity that  possesses a person.

The Orukoro society are worshippers of marine deities in many Ijaw communities in Bayelsa , Delta and Rivers States of Nigeria.

Innovation

Innovation

 It’s a new era,

Drums roll,

Curtains follow,

No more type writers;

They are in the gutters.

No more desktops;

In the queue are laptops.

We have I –pads;

We have note pads.

But after the I -pads what  next?

We will use the wind to send a text!

Just like blowing a kiss!

We will have E everything

E love making, by proxy

Kids come out of a printer

E- Chatting,

WATS app is already the thing

E- Dating,

That needs no explanation

The heart has been manufactured

Let’s wait for the soul!!

Oh innovation, what stone haven’t u unturned!

I look on the other side, my Samsung galaxy stops.

I rush to Metroplex,

I hear 3D movies!

The bullet is on my face, I scream!

Every one laughs at me

I bow down in shame.

I go at Workers house

The doors open themselves for me.

Oh how I wish they were the doors to eternity!

The door to marriage,

The doors to motherhood,

The doors to the billionaire club,

The doors to everlasting life!!!

It’s called innovation

Oh now I know

It’s written all over the wall!!!

Clemence Taremwa is the third winner of the BN Poetry Award for 2013. This poem, Innovation, was lively and musical. The theme for the 2013 award was Innovation. Clemence wins a fully sponsored trip to the Storymoja Hay Festival in Nairobi alongside cash prize of 200 US Dollars. She also wins autographed  copies of  poetry collections by prolific African poets, autographed copies of Diaries of a Dead African, by Chuma Nwokolo, Jr. , autographed copies of Song of Paradise by Justice Ogoola and autographed copies of Tropical Fish by Doreen Baingana.