The Fellowship

In this fellowship of brotherhood
We sit
We sit together
Sons of many soils
Celebrative of pains and toils
Gathered round the great big pot
sharing
taking
Taking of the spirit of our fathers
Embracing the voice of Mother

Centuries of tradition burette through tubes
- the brew of unity
binder of men and women
bringer of peace and laughter
tamer of feuds and wars

In that moment
We are teleported from this world
Placed in commune with our history
The one which was not written for us
“Mama Tabu”, the Chair calls,,, “AKIPI”
The fellowship is sat….

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