A sonnet on the rolling hills and the bustling Lomé markets,home of Nago and Lucumi.
From Kpalimé’s peaks where coffee beans are dried,
To coastal lagoons where the palm trees sway,
The Togo spirit cannot be denied,
In every market and in every way.
The Nana Benz in colorful attire,
Rule over stalls of wax and vibrant cloth,
While in the hills, the evening cooking fire
Calls back the spirits of the moth and sloth.
Between the neighbors, narrow and so tall,
A corridor of culture and of light,
Where drums of Ewe answer every call,
And dance away the shadows of the night.
A sliver of the sun upon the coast,
The humble land that offers up the most.
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