OBIRI, THE VILLAGE WAG

Obiri, the village wag, is no more

The very crooked hands that scared the hell out of children

But still able to have a positive side, were gone

They were hands that moved with an uncanny and amazing dexterity on drums

That sent spasms of elated happiness and exorcism to the priests of Tigare, Biribi and Galawu

Inciting them to dance and sing for hours on end

Is now going to be missed.

 

The days of old and tradition are also long gone

And that is the pity

Because there will be nobody to drum Obiri

To his new abode

There will be nobody to get frenzied

To remind us all of the magic displays, of Obiri's hands on drums.

The reason is not far-fetched

For, all the great priests, have succumbed to an unkind and wicked death

Great men like Dankwa, Twum, Nyina, and Kwaw Yekyere are no more

Aweredoa, the only one still alive is walking wounded, too weak to be of any use

 

Obiri is no more but not dead

Obiri, cannot be dead, he is just asleep

For after all old generals do not die, they just fade gloriously away

Obiri was a well-decorated general

A different kind of general though

His type was to bring joy into all wounded hearts and sad souls

Oh! My village wag Obiri

The ace drumbeater, who made the priests of Biribi

Possessed for hours on end in frenzied exorcism

Just through the sheer potency of his drumbeat

A drumbeat whose scintillating echoes of joy was felt in the innermost hearts of all and sundry

Obiri, indeed, cannot be dead

 

With a man of no physique

Twitched mouth and ever-flowing saliva

The ugliest of the ugly

Life, for you should have been on alms

But not gallant Obiri

Effervescent Obiri

Lively

Enthusiastic

Humorous

He worked hard for his keep

Refusing to be defeated by the flaws in God's handiwork 

Obiri, the wag you will remain a shining example for all of us

 

Oh! My village wag, Obiri,

Do rest in peace

You were an extremely hardworking man during your time with us

You achieved many feats that made many your contemporaries cringed in envy

You were an accomplished, palm wine taper, distiller, drummer, and farmer

To mention just a few of your manifold talents

What you lacked was beauty

So, if you decide to return into our midst, the Old Man Above, should be kind to you this time

And give you a touch of beauty to complement your abundant skills

Abundant skills, which you unselfishly used to entertain and bring joy

Into all hearts

 

 

Old General, I promise you that you are going to be missed by many

Young and old, women and men, the living and the half-dead will all miss you. Rest in peace.