Open up a box of Attayaa Let’s brew some tea It’s good you know To drink it hot One two and three!
Let me tell you a story How Attire became a blessing In a land where people’s words Get stuck in their throats And they find it hard to swallow notes They want to express The air is filled with repressive silence Tension seethes beneath the surface.
Attire’s boiling on the stove vibrating rigorously If someone doesn’t turn the fire off Either the attire will boil over and kill the fire Or the Attire evaporates This is how repression feels When peoples’ tongues are tied Yet still they smile wearing masks To cover up their tears Wrenching away at their hearts!
Meanwhile Attayaa’s steam intensifies Atmospheric sedition takes over Where people live under a cloak of fear and suspicion They become too afraid to speak their truth Too afraid to trust anyone Their throats run dry.
Attayaa’s now ready to quench their thirst Glasses are rinsed and placed Onto a tray for the opposing sides An experienced hand pours Attire With precision into each glistening glass Opponents are seated in round table talks As they each drink Attire The spiral of tension unravels Furthermore pent up energy is released In a controlled manner The more these fractions discuss The more a consensus is reached
It’s as a miracle occurred for the first time In this nation’s history The people decided unanimously Freedom of expression Releases unnecessary tension Frustration and repression
Just like Attire quenches the thirst By hydrating and stimulating the mind Enthusing motivation Inspiring and aspiring Progressive development For all inclusive nation building After each individual returned to their homes They reflected on Attire’s blessing From Our Creator And gave thanks.
There is a reason i don't post much on the poetry forum. Thats one thing am not good at ,but yeah sister O, Your poems are timely ,I enjoyed Frenemy that was good also.
I am not sure I am reading you right sister, but this poem is loaded and full of innuendo. At a certain point I can see you post a need for letting as it were a free flow of opinions which if stifled may lead to various acts including sedition . Well done again for bringing this poem on and I once again commend you for writing it. My interpretation may not necessarily be in line with what you had in mind but that is what I digested from a portion of the writing. You have proven once again that you've got talent and I wish to see more of your contributions on the poetry column. "Jajefatti samajigain touch nga yahbe", as Manukumba tells Pa Dacousta on their radio talk show back home in those days of yore.
Thanks Kaanibaa I originally laid down the base of the poem in 2006 called when Words get stuck in People's Throats. I used a lot of metaphors pertaining to kettles. As an attire drinker I decided to reflect on the tea drinking ritual in as much as it is communion of spending time together, where people can talk and relax. As 2006 was tense especially when the Coup plotters where being hunted tension was in the air with a steely silence. Now whilst reflected on those times and developments since then. The process of transitions take time just like Attire takes time to brew, then it takes time to drink three rounds of tea it is nonetheless beneficial after all it quenches your thirst.
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