THE AMANIKPO(NABIRADEE/GBOGIM)
A public privacy
An open secret
They shine bright in darkness
For this is their noon
Images capable of talking
Singing and dancing in codes
A legacy of the old
A scary entertainment
Upon the earth, their drums resurrects
Their plays ignites the ancient spirit
Shivers envelopes the atmosphere
In cold, the tress curdles
The breeze parades in sweat
Their locations were found missing
Street flooded with silence
The sleeping town stays awake
Their melody to some, is a prison
Their melody to some, is freedom
Judgment based on sight
The risk and fear weighs the same
One thing to save you, is their name
Members living with identity
A mark Verified in the community
A local maths of recognition
A formular for visibility
A festival and still celebration
This is the culture of an indigenous tribe
This is the tradition of the amanikpo of Ogoni
For some pray ‘Dêé åzirã’
Others pray ‘Dêé åbirá
WRITTEN & EDITED
BY
KENNETH OODEE
