Sankofa

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: June 09, 2018

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“From one to another

The present becomes the past

Each day, moments pass, memories die

What we hold dear is taken

Our heritage remains unknown and untold

Our land, and our ancestors are farther and farther away

With each day

But who would remember?

Who would go back and get them?

Sankofa.”

 

 

Sankofa (The bird which bends its head backwards)

 

The hatchlings emerge

By the blood of their mother

And the sweat of their father

They seek nourishment

They seek comfort

 

Somehow the mother knows where to find them

As did the ones who came before her

They wove into her feathers,

A compass which points home

 

The father knows where to find them

As did the ones who came before him

They laid unto his back

A nest to call home

 

Together, they feed them the fruit of the spirit,

And they teach them how to find it

So that they may feed their own

 

They teach them to fly gracefully

Not to flap against the wind

But to follow its lead

 

They teach them to wear the feathers they were given

With pride and with joy

So that others may know

Which nest they come form

 

 

And finally they teach them to bend their head backwards

To clean the feathers they were given

So that they may fly gracefully

In search of the fruit of the spirit

Just like the ones who came before them

 

Now look! their sons have grown

So have their daughters

Soon they will flock

With birds of another feather

 

These birds will look only ahead

Pecking at their feet

And should they look up,

they will see that the bird which bends its head backwards

Has found food for its young


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