The drums began to beat
And my heart rapidly beats faster and faster
I waited innocently for the journey to begin

Without fail,
Without delay,
It came

Slowly, 
And silently,
It came

Walking in front were two English gentlemen
Their hats respectfully folded in front of their arms 

Slowly and silently was their walk
Insensible to the woman, 
Who is beautifully and customary swathed in kente

My mother
My world
My heartbeat 

The drums continues 
I touched my braids
For comfort

And wondered who would braid them now 
They were my mother’s pride
To see my braids beautifully packed into a bunch

Lost in thoughts I marched on