Our ancestors rode on you
The horse on which words are conveyed
The kolanut on elderly mouths
The Odyssey into the wilderness of meaning
You are the calabash from which wisdom drank
The ancestral torchbearer
Brighter than the full moon’s illumination at night
Yet darker than a moonless night.
Let me drink from your emblem
That I may return home to my source
Let me chew your elderly kolanuts
So my river may not flow away from you.