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but i blame the medication! I was just wondering if it was possible to have today's class at my place, its not exceptionally big but i'm sure it can hold everyone. i just can't bear to miss another class and honestly, i could do with the literary company. I need the creative intelligence!
So please would you all consider it (i'm wringing my hands and batting my eyelids here). However, i realise that it is short notice, so if its impossible to pull off. Its OK.
Thanks

Hello people, this is just to let you know that I won't be available for about 2 weeks, that means i'll be missing out tomorrow and maybe the next (hopefully not) reason being, i'm going into hospital for a long awaited and overdue job (yeah i know, it sounds dodgy!) but looking forward to being back. For those who pray remember me in them, for those who don't, please think positive for me.
Many thanks
Abi

Its like someone switched on the light recently and I've been going over some poems and working them so i came up with this oral thoughts, so what do you think? am i a listening student or should i hot foot it out of the house?

WEEDS IN MINE HUSBAND'S STRENGHT

Mo le jo l’ori oko mi o
Mo le jo l’ori oko mi
G’oko mi gbami l’aye o
Mo le jo (2) l’ori oko mi
G’oko mi gbami l’aye
K’ori ope!

My husband’s strength is an Italian tower
Tall, proud, standing
Leaning a bit to the left
Still magnificent in every way

My husband’s strength is an oak tree

That book i 'borrowed'(I did, I really did!) from the library shows elements of praise and the oral tradition, well once poetry is spoke , it becomes oral, (not true Martin?), so this is an old praise poem, RSVed into oral. what you think? I was also trying trying out the rhyme scheme thing but I don't think I was very successful, I gave up towards the end-sorry!

HE

Is. a dream
An easy dream
Delightful on a lazy day.
Beautiful eyes. Let me lounge.
Gladly lying eternal in this sleep.
Let me.

Is. a tree
A graceful tree
Grand in a buoyant field.
Wonderful hair. Let me roll

Held

Malo, malo, jo’wo maa lo o
Malo, malo, jo’wo maa lo e

There will be no goodbyes in these lines
There will be no goodbyes from these eyes
Just a desire to be held, close and firm
Tide passing.
Standing by the edge of the sand, seeing

He holds her, as she shatters like dust
He holds her, willing her, ‘stay contained’
He holds her, whispering tales
Of nothing meaning everything

He holds her, inviting to ride dream horses
Galloping on lavender clouds
He holds her, bidding her soul be still
Her heart must beat

He holds her, beat her heart on his hand

The Errand

E emi m’a r’odo I am off to the river
Yeye mi ran mi’se For my mother’s errand
Yeye mi ran mi’se for my mother’s errand

I’ve been born with a silver lyre
Spinning sweet songs of savannahs
Being the griot of generations
The marabou that never tires of tales

But, but it seemed my tales grew stale
My songs dreary.
The ears of my generation
Are stopped with the wax of tedium.

I, then sought the magic of my lyre
Again, plucking its strings to test for my weakness
Straining my ears to understand how
I failed my homestead.

Hello everyone, good to be here! i'll try to live up to the hype of being 'prolific' (funny i've only thought of that word in baby terms)
well thanks so much for the people who gave a quick look to the poem, i'm glad to say recording went well, i hope i can play it soon for you. here is the RSV of the poet, I put in the one because I felt it would be too much putting in both old and new. Enough from me, please comments are welcome! many thanks
Abi

The Poet

He opened my eyes to the banquet he created,
I sat at the table dispensing of grace.