And the joy of the homecoming with the clansmen’s ribald welcome Hand-shake, hug and woezɔ! Woe zɔ! ringing all around
And old Ma’s pride unbowed bringing in the rear Though in body fragile decrepit hobble-de-hob unbowed in spirit yet old Ma’s pride’s unbowed She brings the rear in the full blossom of achievement
She comes- her son- the coming man- to hold onto her breast -with luck to lift him off the ground as once she did and her cosy back to wrap him again
(Source: Messages; Poems from Ghana. Edited by Kofi Awoonor & G. Adali -Mortty)
(Hogbetsotso is here. To all Tourists, Mia woe zɔ! Azan loo. You respond Aza seeii.!!! Most of you are going home not just for the festival., but to also connect with your kinsmen. Do you have issues home? Come home. Didn’t our people say, Vi menyea mi ɖe atadzi na ame wotsɔa hɛ kpanɛ o. No matter the flaws, know you will not be disowned by your kinsmen, especially by your mother. Your mothers. For we know that, Norviwowo menya wo na ooh. Dzidodo y3. Are we not brothers and sisters? Friends knitted by blood? Family. I just decided to share this poem by one of Ghana’s foremost poets with you, Adali-Mortty. Yerrrh. He is family. With Art’s universal appeal we can all feel the warmth of the rousing welcome of mother, father, grandfather or grandmother. I call mine nonga. I visited her this month and she held me to her breast. . How do you call your granny?. In this world which is technologically bringing us together, but humanly tearing us apart, the therapeutic nature of this poem gives one answer to your question: Why should I go home, to my kinsmen?