Written piece
Dark Clouds
Princessa Darko
Ghana
About this piece
enduring resilience and cultural identity of indigenous peoples in the face of colonization and historical oppression.
The beauty of the night, how glamorous
the moon looks, lit in the sky, surrounded
by dark clouds, as though they
overshadow its pain of having to dwell in their dark embrace. Saviours are born to redeem the world;who will redeem the moon? Shall we ask the birds of the air? Even the birds don't own their freedom.
The moon did not choose to be enclosed by these dark clouds. The sun, its potent rays revealing the land's rich bounty, gnited a greed in distant waters, causing them to evaporate. At first, the rising vapour was cool, swift, and seemed benign, but as time wore on, it condensed forming the dark clouds that now hover, heavy, over the moon.
The moon murmured to the sun, its foreign intrusion. And then came the disrupt in the natural ecosystem. They adjusted to the system. The moon, though shrouded, could still change its colour: a blood moon, a blue moon, reflecting its inner light.
Deep down, the moon carried unhealed wounds; the very air now breathed of victimisation. Yet, all three-sun, moon, and clouds-must learn to work for a sustainable, peaceful day, for perfect weather without dominance.