Poetry by Kordjo Zankeli
ever since Nananom mustered Dutch couragefrom the libation we offer with J.H. Henkes schnapps, distilled to taste like Genever, the Gods have forever taken a French leave; present everywhere, but here.
777 perfect full moons ago, the God of Adenta fled to Atlanta; the God of Dzorwulu migrated to Georgia; the God of Bubuashie relocated to Boston;
the Gods of Teshie, Nungua and Tema, despised at the taste of Akpeteshie, settled in Texas, with no T&T; the Gods of Laterbiokorshie, Bawaleshie and Shiashie now inhabit Lafayette and Seattle and o!
the God of Alajo could not stand many a police in Minneapolis, so, He now survives in El Paso. and they say they are not to blame.
so now, we roam the world
from Kasoa to Kalamazoo
Awoshie to Austin Alavanyo to Alabama
Haatso to Havana
Madina to Madison Manhyia to Memphis Mamfe to Menifee
Santase to Santa Clarita
Vakpo to Vallejo Tamale to Temecula
Jirapa to Jurupa Valley
seeking a chance at living anew or maybe being born again
and if they could be born again,
hoping that they stick to the best pages of life’s scrolls and turn no new leaf as Master Jesuses in Massachusetts.
Hosanna!
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Originally published December 13, 2023