Why we drape in black funeral clothes
is not that black is the colour of death
neither is black the colour of evil - far be it!
Adios, Dumega Hunnour T.K Bobobee
“Papa, hede nyui, ya wor odwogbaa!”
When a giant shady tree dies birds cry
not for the demise of an ample bosom
their mournful cries are always in blithe
so in our grief we learn new joyful dirges
for when a tree dies its stump grows back
that is why we must stifle our grief with joy
beneath our sombre faces lurk elation
as funerals become a celebration of life-
a life well spent to complete a full circle
to see a war veteran’s wardress adorned
with arrays of great-grandchildren as a legacy
when in funeral processions we drape in black
it is not because it is the colour of death, far be it
the colour black is enigmatic like the magic of life
and so black is required for all other colours
to have depth and variants of hue –
it's a dynamic trait that embodies ritual,
dignity, force, reunion, strength –
it heals all wounds and misunderstanding
and above all, black is zero tolerance, and endless
life is a circle, never to be linear
the present belongs to the living
as the past is for the ancestors
and the future is for the unborn –
waiting for a turn to start another circle
“Papa, hede nyui, ya wor odwogbaa!"
Adios, Dumega Hunnour T.K Bobobee
your befitting burial is a festival of life
that spawn arrays of offspring to live on
the sun sets, here comes the voyager at last
Papa, as you are going to that grand home
greet all the ancestors waiting to be reborn
greet Mama Adzinor, Freda Awusi Akwetey for me
please tell her that, her parting words are evergreen
like a tiny bell with an echoing chime in my heart
“my son, be like a tree planted by the rivers of water”
“Papa, hede nyui, ya wor odwogbaa!"
Adios, Dumega Hunnour T.K Bobobee
By Dela Black Bobobee –
on behalf of your descendants.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Monday, September 17, 2007
Ewe Traditional Drumming and Dancing
The Ewe tribe of Battor are among the premier indegenous tribes that migrated from their ancestral home of Notsie, and are now found along the lush eastern banks of the River Volta in the North Tongu District. The major clans of Battor include Adina,Ete,Kornorkuhor, Kpele, and Sohe.
Dela Bobobee
Dela Bobobee a été soutenu dans Aveyime-Battor, dans la région de la Volte du Ghana. Il a été instruit au Ghana et au Nigéria. Il tient un degré de B.A (Hon) en anglais, et des maîtres du degré (MILD) international de droit et de diplomatie, tous les deux de l'université de Lagos. Il est un dramaturge édité, poèt, auteur de court-histoire, et également un acteur qui a eu la plupart de ses travaux littéraires édités sur l'Internet et dans la « NAVETTE », un journal littéraire de campus tandis que toujours à l'université de Lagos. Il a gagné plusieurs prix et récompenses pour ses travaux littéraires. Dela Bobobee est considéré en la plupart des cercles comme un poèt d'écologiste comme la plupart de ses préoccupations thématiques sont sur la dégradation environnementale, et très véhément en invitant les riche nations industrialisées pour ratifier et mettre en application l'entente de Kyoto. Dela Bobobee est également dans la production visuelle professionnelle, diriger, scriptwriting, et l'édition visuelle. Sa production visuelle est la plupart du temps orientée sur la conservation de faune, le documentaire, et très passionné animaux au sujet de la conservation et de la promotion de la diversité culturelle africaine Il joue la guitare, le piano et le sax de teneur. Il voit le multilinguisme comme capitaux très grands, que ce soit des langues africaines ou étrangères. Il est également très enthousiaste en apprenant des langues étrangères telles que des langues françaises, espagnoles et allemandes. Dela Bobobee est également dans la production visuelle professionnelle, diriger, scriptwriting, et l'édition visuelle. Sa production visuelle est la plupart du temps orientée sur la conservation de faune, le documentaire, et très passionné animaux au sujet de la conservation et de la promotion de la diversité culturelle africaine riche. Il travaille actuellement dur pour produire son premier film de dispositif au sujet du syndrome vestal de vierges de « Trokosi » au Ghana.
Dela Bobobee a été soutenu dans Aveyime-Battor, dans la région de la Volte du Ghana. Il a été instruit au Ghana et au Nigéria. Il tient un degré de B.A (Hon) en anglais, et des maîtres du degré (MILD) international de droit et de diplomatie, tous les deux de l'université de Lagos. Il est un dramaturge édité, poèt, auteur de court-histoire, et également un acteur qui a eu la plupart de ses travaux littéraires édités sur l'Internet et dans la « NAVETTE », un journal littéraire de campus tandis que toujours à l'université de Lagos. Il a gagné plusieurs prix et récompenses pour ses travaux littéraires. Dela Bobobee est considéré en la plupart des cercles comme un poèt d'écologiste comme la plupart de ses préoccupations thématiques sont sur la dégradation environnementale, et très véhément en invitant les nations industrialisées pour ratifier et mettre en application l'entente de Kyoto.Dela Bobobee est également dans la production visuelle professionnelle, diriger, scriptwriting, et l'édition visuelle. Sa production visuelle est la plupart du temps orientée sur la conservation de faune, le documentaire, et très passionné animaux au sujet de la conservation et de la promotion de la diversité culturelle africaine riche. Il joue la guitare, le piano et le sax de teneur. Il voit le multilinguisme comme capitaux très grands, que ce soit des langues africaines ou étrangères. Il est également très enthousiaste en apprenant des langues étrangères telles que des langues françaises, espagnoles et allemandes. Dela Bobobee est également dans la production visuelle professionnelle, diriger, scriptwriting, et l'édition visuelle. Sa production visuelle est la plupart du temps orientée sur la conservation de faune, le documentaire, et très passionné animaux au sujet de la conservation et de la promotion de la diversité culturelle africaine riche. Il travaille actuellement dur pour produire son premier film de dispositif au sujet du syndrome vestal de vierges de « Trokosi » au Ghana.
Saturday, July 7, 2007
The Tilted Boulder
The Tilted Boulder
There is a stationary climatic boulder
tilted by the legendary greed of mankind
to cataclysmic proportions devoid of sanity
but once set in motion will never stop rolling
the planet earth our only God given home
onto the precarious edge of the great chasm
and into an abysmal void of total extinction
man used to Sisyphus continuous rolling
boulder from bottom to the top of the
proverbial hill thinks his existentialist tricks
can save him from this precarious games
he stubbornly plays with his lifeline, nature
and thinks that my voice will finally grow
hoarse and blunt never to thump his eardrums
but I can’t stop crying in the wilderness
because I care, for mankind, and the legacy
of our future generations yet unborn to see
what a custodian we made God to believe
we are when he faithfully and bountifully
gave man dominion over all his creation
and because I know what God’s silence means piety
you can change your greedy ways and repair the
wrong for there is also virtue and goodness imbibed
in you by God to reverse the hand of the tickling clock
of the time bombs you created with your own hands
when you look deep down into your soul to realize
marvel at your infinite gift of insight and creativity
for I know the son of whom we are is omniscient
written by
Dela Bobobee©
07/07/07
There is a stationary climatic boulder
tilted by the legendary greed of mankind
to cataclysmic proportions devoid of sanity
but once set in motion will never stop rolling
the planet earth our only God given home
onto the precarious edge of the great chasm
and into an abysmal void of total extinction
man used to Sisyphus continuous rolling
boulder from bottom to the top of the
proverbial hill thinks his existentialist tricks
can save him from this precarious games
he stubbornly plays with his lifeline, nature
and thinks that my voice will finally grow
hoarse and blunt never to thump his eardrums
but I can’t stop crying in the wilderness
because I care, for mankind, and the legacy
of our future generations yet unborn to see
what a custodian we made God to believe
we are when he faithfully and bountifully
gave man dominion over all his creation
and because I know what God’s silence means piety
you can change your greedy ways and repair the
wrong for there is also virtue and goodness imbibed
in you by God to reverse the hand of the tickling clock
of the time bombs you created with your own hands
when you look deep down into your soul to realize
marvel at your infinite gift of insight and creativity
for I know the son of whom we are is omniscient
written by
Dela Bobobee©
07/07/07
The Visionary Osagyefo
relentless forces propelled him to stowaway
his visionary quest to assuage at Harvard
drew him homewards and snatched away
the colonial leadership mantle with hazard
and became the first to be granted freewill
in the African coast laced with much gold
he proposed to merge one great political will
for Africa to become unstoppable and bold
but tearfully and fearfully that pale wizard
a halt a giant spearheaded Monrovia group
Casablanca cried when they fried his gizzard
for their incurable love of steamy pepper soup
and banished him from his own land of freedom
a land he much adored and brought much gain
but mediocrity only succeeded to beget boredom
Osagyfo had sowed seeds of his visionary brain
today his aspirations and foresight is revisited
to lead as kindly light amid encircling gloom
when the chips are down and penury persisted
abetted and prodded by subtle imperialist doom
the Osagyfo still stirs in his mausoleum grave
urging the greedy successors on to get one voice
to become a united front and unstoppable brave
not to relent in their struggle as the only choice
and pleaded God Ghana to open up a well of oil
its seeming budding emancipation is meaningless
unless it yoked with all the will of Africa’s toil
to render our numerous friendly foes powerless
until that fateful day Nkoyeni will slough scales
to ascend the throne of prominent freedom for all
as the wind of change will set African flag on sails
and I see a new virgin catwalk without fear at all
Written by
Dela Bobobee©
07/07/07
his visionary quest to assuage at Harvard
drew him homewards and snatched away
the colonial leadership mantle with hazard
and became the first to be granted freewill
in the African coast laced with much gold
he proposed to merge one great political will
for Africa to become unstoppable and bold
but tearfully and fearfully that pale wizard
a halt a giant spearheaded Monrovia group
Casablanca cried when they fried his gizzard
for their incurable love of steamy pepper soup
and banished him from his own land of freedom
a land he much adored and brought much gain
but mediocrity only succeeded to beget boredom
Osagyfo had sowed seeds of his visionary brain
today his aspirations and foresight is revisited
to lead as kindly light amid encircling gloom
when the chips are down and penury persisted
abetted and prodded by subtle imperialist doom
the Osagyfo still stirs in his mausoleum grave
urging the greedy successors on to get one voice
to become a united front and unstoppable brave
not to relent in their struggle as the only choice
and pleaded God Ghana to open up a well of oil
its seeming budding emancipation is meaningless
unless it yoked with all the will of Africa’s toil
to render our numerous friendly foes powerless
until that fateful day Nkoyeni will slough scales
to ascend the throne of prominent freedom for all
as the wind of change will set African flag on sails
and I see a new virgin catwalk without fear at all
Written by
Dela Bobobee©
07/07/07
Legon Lures Lagos Love
crystal droplets of deep reflections
sodden the sand of my sad stance
widened into a serene rivulet
that ripples with my teardrops
like a tender insatiate suckling
from the mother’s breast wrenched
my vulnerability poignantly felt I
time, not naira, like a colossus
between Akoka and I bestrode
degrees waiting names to inscribe
doped with sublime ambivalence
solemnly I watch the cryptic swap
as Logon lures Lagos, love
oh! Nature, my witness and contact be
as I sandwich my loyalty and love
between the lagoon and the hill
savour the flavour of the two giants
to blend the two esoteric ivory towers
once an Akokite, always the greatest
Lagoon Front moans, the poet broods
shadows on the third Mainland bridge
of distant cars kissing in the traffic
a new oath solemnly taken
I shall return to nurse this falconer
whose intellectual tits I weaned
Written by
Dela Bobobee©
18/02/95
sodden the sand of my sad stance
widened into a serene rivulet
that ripples with my teardrops
like a tender insatiate suckling
from the mother’s breast wrenched
my vulnerability poignantly felt I
time, not naira, like a colossus
between Akoka and I bestrode
degrees waiting names to inscribe
doped with sublime ambivalence
solemnly I watch the cryptic swap
as Logon lures Lagos, love
oh! Nature, my witness and contact be
as I sandwich my loyalty and love
between the lagoon and the hill
savour the flavour of the two giants
to blend the two esoteric ivory towers
once an Akokite, always the greatest
Lagoon Front moans, the poet broods
shadows on the third Mainland bridge
of distant cars kissing in the traffic
a new oath solemnly taken
I shall return to nurse this falconer
whose intellectual tits I weaned
Written by
Dela Bobobee©
18/02/95
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