Analecta: “It Ferments and Bubbles Over”
This stomach of mine is gone all soppy, but I’ve no time to set it in the sun:
-Note the sun going apace.
Let’s hurry along in hot haste! Come on, let’s step on it, my friend!
A certain responsibility sits untended, awaiting my attention.
Even as I do all this, it ferments and bubbles over:
It’s now (a gourd of palm) wine.
There! I thirst to drink it, my people.
Salia Koroma, Kpumbo (late 1940s, early 1950s Decca recording ).