Momo Sheriff

Kendeja

You stand ruined
By people who, yes who
Profess to be yours.
Your identity has been
Sold to build foreign culture.

Your scholars have gone
Astray looking for greener
Pastures where cultural
Traditional knowledge can
Be understood no more.

Ooh oh great Kendeja
Mighty school of Liberian
Pride where the Sande
And Poro were taught
Where is your wisdom?

Your name Kendeja can
Be heard but you are
No longer seen among
Nations of the world.

Liberia

Great nation of the world
Mighty soil of black Africa
Your children have stained
Their hands with blood

All the oceans of the universe
Cannot wash the stain from their hands
Tears flow in your eyes
Like the spring of waterfall

The sweetness of your sovereignty
Has become foreign property
Your prosperity is darkened with blood
As the darkness of the night

Great Liberia, mighty Liberia
Repent, repent, for death looketh
Your future is in the hands
Of the captain who controls the ship

Great Liberia, mighty Liberia
Wonderful land of Africa
Prove your sincerity to the
Captain of the ship before it lands.

Frustration

in the middle of the ocean
of frustration there is no
stick nor iron to depend on
we continue to drown
in the deep ocean of worries.

seeking seeking help from somewhere
there comes only words
from above saying saying I hold your peace
the ocean gets deep
we begin to sink deeper deeper.

with nothing to lean on
we continue wondering once
more about why should
there be frustration on earth
in it there is no joy.

as the swelling tide rises
the problem gets serious
drowning us in the deepest sorrow of worries
finally help comes
from the captain of another ship on the ocean.

Footpath

As I walk that path
To my village I see
The trees welcoming me
They speak their natural language of nature
They speak through the
Swilling winds that blow
Throwing to the ground
The weaker leaves from
Branches high in the trees

I see the water welcoming
Me with their regular streams
Sounds of movements only
Only by passing birds

While I walk the footpath
To my village I was greeted
By the animals singing birds
And the grass on the path
Singing welcome welcome home