THE TALKING DRUM THAT HAS NO BEAT
ADAH GLAMOUR
In an orchestra,
The Guitar cried out melodies as its strings are plucked,
The moans of pleasure that arouse men,
Then the Shekere sways to the beat,
Her mesmerizing beaded waist is hypnotic,
And then sings a tune that is forever sweet,
That no man can resist,
But you see that one over there?
Yes, that Talking drum over there,
It is empty,
Even the giant Bata mocks it,
How can the King of Rhythm,
Be as mute as the air?
How come you have no tune?
You were the most beautiful of them all,
What happened?
Who defiled you?
Who took your voice?
Ah! It is over for you,
Oya go! You have no place here,
We have no use for an empty drum,
One a talking drum,
Now a side stool,
Go! We don’t need you,
No one wants a talking drum that has no beat,
We have slapped and slapped,
With pankere and owo,
The empty talking drum is useless,
Go! And never return.
{:. Pankere- cane; :.Owo- hand; :.Bata- drum}