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NANA MOSI SAYS Dreams are today’s answers for tomorrow’s questions.
Nana Mosi stares at the tops of the trees for what seems like forever, then he says, Kofi, we dream to heal our memory or to face the unimaginable truth. Dreams are hints from the beyond, but they can also be warnings.
We do not say much more on the long walk to our homes but she does hum to herself, softly, and every now and then my hand speaks to me, tells me it is lonely, dares me to befriend hers.
I SWALLOW the sweet past to soothe my bitter present.
There was even a time when human beings and spirits were neighbors and one of the things that connected us was story… Before there was even a single written word, there were poems and chants… rhymes and songs…
Our people would gather around a central fire… and listen to the storyteller… It is in this way that important messages were passed down through the generations… to help people make sense of the sometimes cruel and harsh world… to comfort… to answer the questions the children wondered…
We told these stories… and many more… to entertain… and enlighten… to preserve our beliefs… and to record our history… for ourselves… by ourselves… This you must remember… There will come a time when you will tell these stories to the ones who come after you… and they will listen like you listen to me… and they will learn… as you must learn now…
until the lions tell their side of the story, the tale of the hunt will always celebrate the hunter…
The sun shines on those who stand up for themselves, before it shines on those who kneel to cowardice.
No one can kidnap your beliefs, if you believe them with every bone of your body. No one can shackle your will, Kofi.
This is a praise song for hammerers of hope carving a life of good for the strong men who will keep coming for the departed for the beautiful ones For the beautiful ones yet unborn For the beautiful ones yet unborn.
Every story has a beginning, a middle, and an end. I wrote this one because people need to know that the middle was not our beginning.
