Throbbing hearts and bleeding inks

Some words are too heavy to lift with one's naked tongue, so our forefathers invented gutless beings to profess these sensitives through; ones that can harbour any narrative without adding their side of the story. Maybe the tales of our civilization can well be told by these ones- they have seen the dead rise, tasted the blasphemy of Ampam , the scaly one, smelled the nkatikonto soup from the forbidden caves and heard the songs of Oshun , the river goddess. O they have seen it all! If only they could speak, they would tell of her eyes of sapphire, her lips of nude and her figure, like tender bamboo shoots squirming with Nubian curves. I bet they would explain that an eclipse is just the moon and the sun missing eachother so bad, they both can't afford but to cross paths. That the trickery of the master craftsman, Ananse was a wish granted him by Odomankoma as he broke Him free from the Aurora. Only if they could speak. Beat the drums to a dirge and tell the king hi...

Agooo! Am333! The Ga man calls for attention; his audience respond choirly. Taflats3 , the term the kinsmen use to frontier their sentiments of plainess. " O Nii, taflats3 ogba jw3i kraa" Ataa Boye rebuked the Great One dutifully. Almost beautifully. Nuumo Obodai had veered off from the subject matter, sounding like a drunk wol33nyo , a commoner. His integrity is left unmarred anyway.  Taflats3 is the nkuto you smear on a Sapele wood to a humble lustre; she is the calm anger to the remarks from the middle aged woman with an indecent tongue, who insults anything breathing in her way- The loo shala she sells are even careful not to hit her Ga nerve. She names her ancestors: Nii Ashitey Akomfra, the red hunter Nii Tiodo, blofonyo  ni nuu blofo Ako Adjei , the gold digger Nii Lamptey Lamptey, nib3 ts3bi Lamptey K3 Nii Quarshie, akwash)n ts3 .. Then flogs uncensored. - can't wait for the day she meets her meter! Taflats3 is the quick truce you m...