Poem: My Name is Boko
My name is Boko
Great grandson of Nabwalega
Born under a village hut
Using herbs from the forest
In the ways of my ancestors
Rain drummed against the earth
And the wind whispered welcome
Nature embraced me warmly
Trapped between heaven and hell
Meandering through the jungle
I followed my ancestors’ spirits
Spells and chants were imparted
Waded through the twilight grove
And drank from the spirits well
I ate fruits of knowledge
Each fruit sweeter
Than the one before
I gathered the pearls
On Digalagala Island
Filled my mind with its wisdom
To save my people’s ailments
Recalling my ancestors words
I returned to my birth place
My people no respect
For our land and sea
I wept, the pain
Reverberating in my heart
While my soul floated
Above the ocean
The earth beneath
My feet quaked
Thunder roared
And lightning clashed
The spirits were not happy
I summoned the spirits
To relieve the maladies
And make the yams grow
I stopped the rain
And calmed the storm
I invoked healing
Supernatural powers
My name is Boko
Son of the Earth
Great grandson of Nabwalega
In the spirits voice I call
I am the envoy
To link two worlds
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