(13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)

Red Stew

The quiet night is broken,
Because she was beautiful to behold;

Gold, old!
With the muse of the history being told;

The red stew,
With the aroma of life;

Her red stew,
With the taste of her love;

Of the food prepared by her,
For the joy of the night.

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