Prelude

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Brathwaite's reading of this poem can be heard on SoundCloud or by opening this annotation PreludeOut of this bright sun, this white plaque of heaven, this leaven- ing heat of the seven kingdoms: Songhai, Mali, Chad, Ghana, Tim- buctu, Volta, and the bitter waste that was Ben- in, comes this shout comes this song. Gong-gongs throw pebbles in the rout- ed pools of silence: news of ripples reach the awakened Zu- lus: Chaka tastes the salt blood of the bitter Congo and all Africa is one, is whole, nim- tree shadеd in Ghana, in Chad, Mali, the shores of the cooling kingdoms. Bеat heaven of the drum, beat the dark leaven of the dungeon ground where buds are wrapped twist- ed round dancing roots. White salt crackles at root lips, bursts like a fist and beats out this prayer: Nana Firimpong once you were here hoed the earth and left it for me green rich ready with yam shoots, the tuberous smooth of cassava; take the blood of the fowl drink take the eto , mashed plantain, that my women have cooked eat and be happy drink may you rest for the year has come round again. Asase Yaa, You, Mother of Earth, on whose soil I have placed my tools on whose soil I will hoe I will work the year has come round again; thirsty mouth of the dust is ready for water for seed; drink and be happy eat may you rest for the year has come round again. And may the year this year of all years be fruitful beyond the fruit of your labour: shoots faithful to tip juice to stem leaves to green; and may the knife or the cut- lass not cut me; roots blunt, shoots break, green wither, winds shatter, damp rot, hot harm- attan come drifting in harm to the crops; the tunnelling termites not raise their red monuments, graves, above the blades of our labour.
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Credits
- Writers
- Kamau Brathwaite