Praise to the storm on the edge of a knife
Praise to the King who dances savagely in the courtyard of the impertinent
One who wrinkles his nose and the liar runs away
One who walks alone, yet enters town like a swarm of locust.
One who takes his neighbor’s roof and covers his own head,
He lends money and does not ask it back.
If you do not share your maize porridge with him,
He will slip under your fingernail and take his share.
Xango does as he pleases.
Ginga & Helen Dos Santos
Acrylic, water-soluble ink & cowrie shells on canvas