Salia Koroma: Kpumbo





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Published on Jun 23, 2012

Salia Koroma on poverty.

"The reason why I dread poverty:
There's such frenzy in a poor man's hurt pride;
But let him break wind and he's all smiles.
Come my people! There's so much I want to say, so won't you listen?

"Poverty smells nastier than (high) 'pepi' fish.
The man who sleeps in his farm-hut raves at his son:
'What can they be having in the village that we can't have at the farm-hut here?
A soup of rat meat is even tastier than beef soup, my friend.'


This stomach of mine is gone all soppy wet
I can't set it in the sun, for there goes the sun.
Let's hot-foot it, let's press on, my friend.
My affairs go to waste in my absence;
Even as I do this it foams;it's now (palm) wine
And I long to drink it, my people.

"Ah, I swear to God," a weir-trap setter scolds his son
Since I gave birth to you, you've refused to work for me.
Behold your inheritance that stretches out.
When I die someday, now with whom would you have to dispute it?' (....)


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