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EPILOGUE: When wisdom fills the old calabash, It overflows and seeps in The sun dries it to be stronger That way it lasts with experience So was the calabash of Atanga’s Granpa On his very dying bed He called Atanga to his bed And had his last stream flow to him GRANDPA: My dear Atanga, Please in the name all great Atangas This is my last advice to you If you wish to take a wife Never choose either of these: The woman with light skin The woman with dark skin The woman who is short And the woman who is tall ATANGA: Ei! Grandpa! Then tell me not to marry Who then do you want me to marry? Not the fair Nor the dark Not the short Nor the tall? GRANDPA: Listen my boy To words of old The light skinned woman Is the fantasy of all If you choose her None will help you prosper Every man wants you to fail So they can quickly take your place So never dream of the fair woman No matter how much you crave for her ATANGA: Oh! I see I think I do understand Grandpa what about the rest? GRANDPA: Never go in for dark skinned woman She is the one that all your people loathe She is the one whose people hate you The only people interested are you and her When disaster strikes, none will hear So never go in for the dark skinned woman ATANGA: Oh! I see Now I know It is not the colour Nor the character A woman like that Would do me harm Now let us go on Explain the rest GRANDPA: Never go in for the short woman A short woman is the neighbour’s daughter Her house is so close to your house You can never have a moment of peace Whatever you do Her people poke their noses You can never have your lives to live ATANGA: Grandpa is wise So what about the last? GRANPA: The tall woman Is the woman who comes from afar Her home-town is far So you can’t have peace Any time there is trouble in her home You need to pay To get your people to go with you Amidst the feeding And transportation How can you proper? ATANGA: Granpa is wise Grandpa has lived Who would have thought Of these wise sayings To an infant where thoughts are concerned? Thank you Grandpa So which type of woman Must I marry? Grandpa? Grandpa? I am asking you a question! Grandpa!!!! Grandpa please answer!!!! MMA: Grandpa is gone To the land of beyond Where sorrow is nil And thinking is unreal Just be glad you sipped from his calabash Of wisdom before he left PROLOGUE: And that ended Grandpa’s advice Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
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ATANGA’S GRANDPA’S LAST ADVICE
EPILOGUE: When wisdom fills the old calabash, It overflows and seeps in The sun dries it to be stronger That way it lasts with experience So was the calabash of Atanga’s Granpa On his very dying bed He called Atanga to his bed And had his last stream flow to him GRANDPA: My dear Atanga, Please in the name all great Atangas This is my last advice to you If you wish to take a wife Never choose either of these: The woman with light skin The woman with dark skin The woman who is short And the woman who is tall ATANGA: Ei! Grandpa! Then tell me not to marry Who then do you want me to marry? Not the fair Nor the dark Not the short Nor the tall? GRANDPA: Listen my boy To words of old The light skinned woman Is the fantasy of all If you choose her None will help you prosper Every man wants you to fail So they can quickly take your place So never dream of the fair woman No matter how much you crave for her ATANGA: Oh! I see I think I do understand Grandpa what about the rest? GRANDPA: Never go in for dark skinned woman She is the one that all your people loathe She is the one whose people hate you The only people interested are you and her When disaster strikes, none will hear So never go in for the dark skinned woman ATANGA: Oh! I see Now I know It is not the colour Nor the character A woman like that Would do me harm Now let us go on Explain the rest GRANDPA: Never go in for the short woman A short woman is the neighbour’s daughter Her house is so close to your house You can never have a moment of peace Whatever you do Her people poke their noses You can never have your lives to live ATANGA: Grandpa is wise So what about the last? GRANPA: The tall woman Is the woman who comes from afar Her home-town is far So you can’t have peace Any time there is trouble in her home You need to pay To get your people to go with you Amidst the feeding And transportation How can you proper? ATANGA: Granpa is wise Grandpa has lived Who would have thought Of these wise sayings To an infant where thoughts are concerned? Thank you Grandpa So which type of woman Must I marry? Grandpa? Grandpa? I am asking you a question! Grandpa!!!! Grandpa please answer!!!! MMA: Grandpa is gone To the land of beyond Where sorrow is nil And thinking is unreal Just be glad you sipped from his calabash Of wisdom before he left PROLOGUE: And that ended Grandpa’s advice Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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