The Nature of Truth

Truth is a calabash of water in calm hands.

In search of it many ask to drink.

But it is only one gourd.

So they leave with a pour from it,

Tucked away in en-bowl(ed) palms…

Finding the water too small they decide to harmlessly add a little spit.

Then reach the next friend who says, “Oh Truth, may I have a drink”

He too receives some from the little saved in his friend’s palms.

Tucking it in his palms walks along and adds his own spit,

Then finds another friend thirsty for a drink

And so it goes on and on…

Until what remains is all spit and no water.

And all who drink are satisfied that spit is water

By Kwaw S.O. Peppeh Ra