GIANT CHILDREN
Roll out the drums
The drums of a new circle.
It’s another full moon, we’ll play in the moon.
Yes we are children, though five steps before we count sixty,
Giant children playing in the sun.
Onward but we look at the other side
Our mother’s children gave us counted slaps
Only to collect the food in our mouth
But you can’t hear us cry,
Because we are giant children playing in the rain.
Under the harsh sun we comfortably play.
The sun will not burn us,
But the breath of our neighbour’s children peels off our skins
We playfully rub our hands on the bruises.
Because we are giant children playing in the sun.
The sound of the moon drum echoes
From the south the echoes pound
From the east and west the drums reel
The northern drums call with uneven echoes.
But it’s a full moon and we must dance
Because we are giant children playing in the sun .
Hope-the glory of our dance
We dance for we have more full moon to celebrate.
The cloud is getting heavy.
It may rain but we must dance.
Because we are giant children playing in the sun.
Ohakah Okechukwu Eke.