By Kanute Tangwa aka K(C)anute Tangwa
Before the incessant tidal whoosh/
Stands defiantly a lone sturdy mesh/
– on the pristine sands of the Batanga
A rugged lattice/
Standing between jengu and mortals/
– bearing testimony to the deportation
– bearing witness to the annual mayi
A thickset web/
– flaunting its dark dank bottom
– stretching and fanning out its jagged lianas in twilight embrace
Buffeted over time by gust and tempest/
Licked in time by the briny atlantic/
Pricked and pierced with saline ferocity/
Leaving an intricate motif/
– making an Alphadi to grin
– spurring an Eko to echo its worth in a voice like no other in sweet sassy mellifluous batanga melody
Leaving a tangled tapestry of liana/
– unraveling tangled mermiad tales
– untangling mamie wata anecdotes buried in its gloomy damp bosom
Kneaded in time and geography by miengu/