Wednesday, December 20, 2006

An African Christmas
Why sing we songs of mistletoe?
Why exalt we the pure white snow?
What meaning, tell, Rudolph's nose?
What romance bears fireside repose?
In an African Christmas.
Why not dream of harmattan air?
Why not laud bluest atmosphere?
Extol the smell of burning grass.
Sing you of dust not frost on glass
In an African Christmas.
It's not the seasons of the year
That tinge the wondrous Christmas air.
But Mary's infant meek and mild,
Praise then, all men, the Holy Child
In an African Christmas.
©2003 Oladejo Adebola Fabolude

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

I love this poem..
I'll still sing of white snow though..LOL.
But i get the meaning

laspapi said...

Glad you like it, nilla. I posted it last year too. You'll be seeing snow, guess you can't do the harmattan thing.

Mona said...

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

laspapi said...

like the rastafarian said, mona- "I wish you an iry Xmas and a danda new year".

Anonymous said...

Hi Papi. Great poem

laspapi said...

thanx, igwatala,
this is the second Christmas running I'm posting it. It was written by Dejo Fabolude close to a decade ago and I think its extraordinary.

Anonymous said...

Can I post it too, sometime?

laspapi said...

igwatala,
you may, but please add the writer's name- 'Dejo Fabolude'

Dejo Fabolude said...

Ay Papi!

Thanks for keeping my work (such as it is) on the map.