Zuumka Zuumka
Zumka Zuum (2)x
Zuum
Zuum
Zuumka Zuum
Grinding my way to freedom
it is
or
Is it?
Grinding my freedom away
Zuum ka Zuum
His question axed through my thoughts once more
Digging out memories
Memories of...
What does Freedom means to you
Rita?
Curaçao!
Tell him
just state it to him frankly
... Freedom means Curaçao
{ says the faulty part of my brain mischievously }
hehehehe
Zuumka Zuum
The relieving moments of getting a Pass in and out the intimidating airport's jaws
Stepping into fresh air
Then seeing the captain and her ladyship Martina
One with the ancestor's mark gracefully standing
Opened arms to welcome us
Grinding a way to freedom
it is
Or
is it?
Grinding freedom away
Zuumka Zuum
Continuing the ride
into the night to catch some rest hopefully
Yet stopping for greetings
...Greetings to you elders
Greetings great hero Tata Tula
...In their present immobile state
Captain Joeri assumed their powerful voices
To telling the heroic His - Stories
Stories buried at sea
Greetings spirit of the Land
You mighty brightened blue sea
And like the past
The future approaches
... way to freedom
or
is it !?
Grinding freedom away
Zuumka Zuum
Day light comes
And me
A no morning person
from an almost 48hours
Without rest journey
is awakened here
Fully charged and readily available
Yaayyy ... Yaayyya!
looking out the window
And there you were seductively
All bright and glee almost like...
So why not
I run out to you
in my appropriate costume
And almost jumped in...
But hold
Did I come all the way here to eventually cheat
No
I couldn't cheat on love
Let me simply sit by for some chat
And maybe I could gather a tip or two
to prep myself for the original
It's not like I can swim anyway
Zuumka Zuum
Hunger hits suddenly
So I set out for food possibly
Nervous to go by myself but
Which is more of my worry
Finding my way?
Or whatever it is I may chance on
{ Humming hmm hmm}
...."I'm Ghanaian girl in Curaçao"
O Ooo
I'm an alien
Not
At least not with this homely atmosphere
For even the busy streets would pause to cheerfully give support
Had easy times when strangers who could have just point to locations yet,
turned to offer more
of their time
Grinding my way to freedom
It is
Or
Is it!?
Grinding my freedom away
Zuumka Zuum
What!?
Curaçao has her kitchen all cleared up after 3pm
I go to the mall to compensate my belly with some
snack
And hello to something yummy Pastechi
Mmmmm...
Grinding my way to freedom
it is
or
is it!?
Grinding my freedom away
Meeting kiti kiti - tiki tiki Kat Qui
Queen cutie in her fiery curly hair
A resemblance to the simple yet awesomely wild looking Curaçao vegetation
Grateful to you and Rayay -the genie tour guide
For our first
-May we call it "the outro bander tour "
Grinding the way to freedom
it is
Or
is it!?
Grinding freedom away
zuumka Zuum
Here
In the wonderful writer's workshop
-And having the pleasure to meeting with the
Genesis and his " In land " royal ones
Bon dia Queen Angie
Bon dia Queen Maghalie
Bon dia Queen Vali
And you a never aging magical looks of the Ancestors Queen Elvira
Glad you are chosen
In visiting Mother
I see you fits perfectly
Walking the streets of Accra
Mind joining on this song
Zuum Zuum
Zuumka Zuum
Grinding the way to freedom
it is
or
is it?
Grinding freedom away
Zuumka Zuum
It's Wednesday
And my Ekua self answers No
No to everything
In the mornings especially
So here standing face to face with love
True love in the rise
But cannot touch Agh!
overlooking the longing in my eyes to the voice betrayal...
"Well you said No
when asked if you'd like a swim"
Hmm
Can a baby Reason humanly
Fresh out of the womb!?
See!?
I become a baby with limited mind
On Wednesdays
Wednesday my born day
I couldn't possibly know the wonderful moments in coming
Like this revealing tour
Making places even touched already
Felt like a first
Mr. Guide not only lead us to every nook and Cranny of the beautiful island to the core
We had a tour also to his loaded mind and heart
Flowing with feisty restless souls of old
yet
Doing in the now
Yes
In Tyrone's eyes and voice
are probably the lost identities of Tula
With his Nananum - Father's pride
Still
Grinding the way to freedom
it is
or
is it?
Grinding freedom away
Zuumka Zuum
Mirroring queen Mimoushka
And her tribe of creatives
With Jumbo and Funchi meal
She detailed Curaçao to me deliciously
Jumbo and Funchi?
Hahahah
This is okro soup with a distant cousin to banku
O yeah!
And Danki for the majestic engagement
The exciting cultural fest
It was an honor to representing with you all
Clad in joyous wears
And walking the very power ground of great Tula
...Once of war
Now in peace
Acting the model role
I found myself walking the run way in shoes bigger than me
-like the very Earthly mission I'm on
Grinding my way to freedom
it is
Or
is it!?
Grinding my freedom away
Zuumka Zuum
Ayo Dushi
Till we meet again hopefully so
Beautiful beautiful Curaçao
And your lovely rainbow children
Bonochi
Here I go....
Grinding my way to freedom
it is
Or
is it !?
Grinding my freedom away
Zuumka Zuum
Miraculously pulled through the final checkpoint
On that 3rd of October
And yet proceeding further by road
with a Schengen queen
Vuum ...
On the go
freely
Grinding my way to freedom
it is
or
is it!?
Grinding my freedom away
hmm! Hmmm ! zuuHmmm!
And there it is
Felt in your big warm embrace
Rekindling friendship
here on the 23rd - of a blessed day
Holding emotions from bursting
In tears
... of joy and of sorrow
Kindly take me out of here now
and possibly forever
Zuumka Zuum
...Could almost hear a freedom bell
As described in a song
-"Wind of Change"
And
Recognized peace
as Worlds reconnect
These parts never tasted of closure like this
Untill
This day of grace
Here
Arms in arms with you
And your army of creators
Walking the now
In calming
Polished streets
..yet to the GDR memorial park
Where horrific pasts stares back unpleasantly
Right there
was once a need to grind...
Grind to freedom
It is
or
is it!?
Grinding Freedom away
Hmmm! Hmmm
Watching the shine through today's children
of light
Of hope
As the past gets rolling by before our eyes
In their History class presentations
The shared heart wrenching tale of a brave soldier Who attempted a successful escape and to freedom
But
His run to freedom became his doom
Zuum
Zuum
Zuumka...
Then I remembered
Joy could be my ...
But
I alone cannot be the voice of
What Freedom means
I now go with the question
For my Africa
Who is still singing the Nonsense
Zuum Zuum
... Grinding my way to freedom
it is
Or
is it
Grinding my freedom away
Zuumka Zuum