The Village Thinkers, known for their Poetic prowess come your way with another masterpiece of unadulterated poetry.

Black Panther (poem) , puts across the potentials of the African continent and the group reignited the African dream with series of mind blowing lines of poetry that has the potency of Liberating the African soul.

Below is the lyrics for the piece…

— Intro —
•||Kofi Acquah||•

“Afrika ni nzuri sana” — Africa is magnificent

— Chant —
||Mixed voices||
Swahili:
Moja – 1
Mbili – 2
Tatu – 3

— P a r t i —
•||Kofi Acquah||•

Black is Life
2000 words have welded the mind in halves
Mo,
black is black
Yet, black shines in the dark
even when the clock is ticking in tides
Let these minutes show the black shine
in the dark

..
Tsetse ayer no robo
H3n Tsetse kyen no rekasa
Tsetse amandze pa rofr3fr3
Adze akye ebia —
Y3kaay3 y3nnmoa—
S3 yannto sebe3 a, na 3y3 ampa
Ahwenepa 3nkasa,
3y3 ampa

Ehina mu nsu na renantsew afon ho anopa yi
yi wenyiwa mu mpe na hw3 ebibiman akoma yi
Bu nkwetsikura na hw3 h3n nyansa kora yi asaw a, Ah!

I have shrouded my beauty in decency
Give me a scarf to welcome my Angels
Protect my feet with ”ahenema”
For the five fingers of the black Sun have dispatched a dead hope of a known soul into a cracking calabash before this dawn
.
Nyew, aketesia akata ne ho esie
Na mpanyimfo afa hɔn kente
Mese, ebibiman ahofadze da nsow
Do not forget the thumb to bring back good old memories from these photos I see
For good memories, revive dead emotions into the voices of a morning breeze

There is soul
There is a soul in Art
Art has a womb
Art has a womb in our hearts
There is beauty-history-mystery
Beaming like a 12 sunshine on the cheeks of our land
..
— Hook —
•||Ekow Dodd||•
I am the seed of Africa

— Part ii —
•||Ekow Dodd||•

Time shall only become time in the heart of a man
When good times
Have become a nun
under the hut of the mind

I have stepped in the last breed of a farmer
I have held the torn sac of a hunter
I have felt the spirit of the last breeze of 7 fortified souls
& seen a seed sowed
By these folks
Against the old

Let the ears listen to the rattle of African beads
Let the eyes see the past in these paintings
Let the belly be full and heal and eat
O’ Come – sit – sip & sooth the spirit with talking drums
.
Men have slept in the wood
Men have sculptured in wisdom to stand the breath of our history

— P a r t iii —

Adom aky3dze a tsetse borbor odomankoma dze ky33 h3n kwa
na atsen fɛɛfɛɛfɛw dɛ ɛsutsen fri tsetse eyi akyea ebu olikyi abefifir asow aba wɔ ndɛ mbabun nsa mu yi oo..
.
ɔdomankoma bɔɔ ewia
ɔbɔɔ ebibiman sie mu nhyira
Bɔɔ nyimpa ma no nyimdzii
Kosi ntsetsee

Footprints of the old
are walking on the mind
relaxing on sundown swings
on the shores at nine

… look down the hill
Men are growing Tails
…look down the hill
Women are digging caves
There is no tonight in Knights last night
It was the soul
that changed; they said

To the weak in hands
To the weak in sight
To the weak in feeting on the shoulders of the land
To the weak in body might
Sing with me: a chorus
like the songs of early morn birds

For the Village Thinkers —2x
have come
to feed your souls and minds
with woven words
not of earth

— Poetic Sign Out —
……..….…………………………
And so, when you hear the rumbling of the thunder & a voice shouting louder in the mist of Poetic Minds—
Do not forget, but remember,
that before the Mystics disappear
I pour no libation to sin the earth
of only words and spirit I pair
The Village Thinkers

— Outro —
•||Ekow Dodd||•
Sana ya Afrika
Afrika ni nzuri sana