Ode to Sengbe Peih
Ode to *Sengbe Pieh (By Tariku Abas Etenesh ) J ust the other day, I was walking by the shore lines of *Mende, Where I looked foot prints on the sand, Not disturbed by the ebbs and tides, Nor washed by the winds; Wondering how it remained, By sea or land breeze undisturbed; I looked around in search of any wise mind, With the knowledge of the ‘why’ and ‘how’ Of the feet that pressed the marks so deep and hard, “Whose foot prints are these?” I asked, For which, I got a reply from a teacher of some kind, “ Never knew or cared to; must be some one’s, But why worry yourself with the past, any way ?” Then the teacher walked away. Stunned by the futility of the reply, For the answer, along the trace did I stay; Only at night when the moon joined the ebbs, In what looked an eternal whisper of serenity, Composed in the rhymes of the tides and the sands, The moon looked down on me with a smile, And said “I can tell you the s...