Another good poem, Amy. Your descriptive powers in the poem are highly impressive making depiction so clear and familiar- Mam Yallah sottil................used to be my favourite rain verse when I was wee and growing up in Serekunda London Corner and Baddibu Kerewan. Keep it up! Bailo. >From: amy jallow <[log in to unmask]> >Reply-To: The Gambia and related-issues mailing list ><[log in to unmask]> >To: [log in to unmask] >Subject: Naweet >Date: Tue, 29 Mar 2005 00:54:29 +0100 > > Naweet >Black clouds of sustenance >Gather and loom overhead >Lightning and thunder, messengers >In tow, heralding what is about to follow >“Mam Yalla sotil mbuse bi, gorgi tegal tama bi” >Chant juveniles clad in nothing but loincloths, >In anticipation of the impending downpour >Hurrying footsteeps, racing home, >Cursed at the impudence of a plastic flip-flop >Daring to come undone at a time like this >Farmes in the field praying to hoe one more lane >Before the ‘taw’ >Dance in a frenzy of movements >Rumblings reverberated in the distance >Quickening the steps of young mothers >With babies strapped to their backs, >Yanking dry boubous and pantaloons >From the clothesline by the hand-fuls >“Almost done, one more to grab” >When the first cool droplets decided >To moisten the rusty iron corrugated roofs >The classic melody >Of ‘piti pata, piti pata’ magnified >By ‘celeingless’ houses >Greeteed the senses >Increasing in intensity >With each and every bout of lightning >Puddles form quickly >Creating watery barriers between >Na Mariama’s and Na Fanta’s >Respective abodes, >Strengthening the rivalries >Between these two Co-wives >Giggles and laughter following >The antics of little feet >Not hesitating to jump into >Muddy pools of water >Splashing unsupecting, grumpy, ‘tawtee’ victims >Stray dogs race away in the rain >In their eternal quest to evade the >Bloated,lethagic flies >That vehemently clung to >Their ever juicy ears >Promising to never let go >Trees and parched grasslands >Drink their fill of cloud juice, >Swelling with satiation in the process >Slowing to a drizzle, >The barrage finally stops >The earth saturated with energy >Burst forth with seedlings >Patches of plants germinates >Bringing life >The fragrance of Mother Nature >Fills the air with a heady sensation >Ants and termites scrruying >To build new dwellings >Flying insects in the pursuit of mates, >Flew in droves >For by the end of the day >They will be lying wingless and dying >With their eggs embedded in the soil >Waiting for the next torrential rainfall >To release them >The seductive aroma of ‘Churayee’ >Assails the nosetrils >In an effort to smoke away insects >And to entice ‘Nijaaye’ >Freshness pervades the air >As the sun in all its glory >Cast tiny droplets of water >Into a gigantic rainbow >Promising ‘Domi Adama’ once again >That never will there be >Another flood in the magnitude of Noah's time. > > > > > >Send instant messages to your online friends http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com > >¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ >To unsubscribe/subscribe or view archives of postings, go to the Gambia-L >Web interface >at: http://maelstrom.stjohns.edu/archives/gambia-l.html > >To Search in the Gambia-L archives, go to: >http://maelstrom.stjohns.edu/CGI/wa.exe?S1=gambia-l >To contact the List Management, please send an e-mail to: >[log in to unmask] >¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ _________________________________________________________________ It's fast, it's easy and it's free. Get MSN Messenger today! http://www.msn.co.uk/messenger ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ To unsubscribe/subscribe or view archives of postings, go to the Gambia-L Web interface at: http://maelstrom.stjohns.edu/archives/gambia-l.html To Search in the Gambia-L archives, go to: http://maelstrom.stjohns.edu/CGI/wa.exe?S1=gambia-l To contact the List Management, please send an e-mail to: [log in to unmask] ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤