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
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