Libation pouring is a thing in my life. During my childhood, my grandfather poured libation (he was a chief); my mother poured libation (for special events and also when a new bottle of something was opened); my mother’s friends poured libations (lots of late night discussion on leftist issues and on no-vision leaders). Ghanaians poured libations a lot more than we do now (Monotheistic beliefs have us abandoning a lot!).
These days, I pour libations whenever a wine o’clock means new bottle. I pour libations when the Black Stars are facing a tough match but even the ancestors despair, so… We pour libations to pray.
I love Nana Nyarko’s “Yaa”. Its simplicity, its openness, its honesty; its supplication: everything. “Schnapps and words”!
On the red soil
my feet are bare
as I pour down
spirit from a glass
who make things fall
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