Breathe air clogged with the ground dust of your bones
so the tenements may have light
We were light! Mabira was light!
We shone and the universe sang of how bright we were
The moon and her cold light envied the blood of Mabira
The Sun and her defiant beauty ogled the rays of the Nile as she courted our fair Mabira
Now we are cold in our fair Mabira
Three crones, a brute, a baby, and a pile of dirt
The dying embers of our fair Mabir
Mottled green dawn, a Mabira Spring.
A portrait of a young Krobo woman at a Dipo Ceremony. Krobo, Ghana. ©Anthony Pappone
A woman walks along a dirt road carrying a basket of bananas. Morogoro, Tanzania. ©Hans Charlz