What brings our feet to NS?
A chance to flaunt new clothes
Dance kukere and fluid azonto
In the arena to thrill and awe
The eager crowd reading our steps
Such that no boos be heard?
What brings our hands to NS?
A test of our pen’s stamina
At best to fall other wrestlers
Then strap some phantom belt
“The One”, “The Only”, “The Best”
Showed round to clapping spectators?
What brings our mouths to NS?
Plaudits for the one who knows
Torment to she that thinks she knows
Wisdom for he that doesn’t know
Or speech practice…you say no–you know?
What brings our eyes to NS?
To sit and watch each native stand
On the village square’s sacred sands
Hear them speak their words of kola
So to tell which be wise and which be folly?
What brings us to NS?
What do we seek on the stage and steps
Of this amazing theatre-in-the-web?
*Inspired by a comment