Nanny Of The Maroons (Poem)

A strong and able woman,
Born in Ghana of the Ashanti Tribe,
Transported to Jamaica,
As a slave and lived and died
In Nanny Town
High in the hills of Portland,
Where indigenous flowers bloom

A woman who came, not to be served,
But to serve and serve selflessly,
All the time, during her time

A woman, without fear
Fighting a guerrilla warfare
in the hilly terrain
Come rain, come shine,
As the mist fly
Under cloudy sky

A Maroon who outwitted
The British
Morning, noon and night
Putting them in a plight
Leading to their eventual flight
And she was right.

A woman with a burning desire
To succeed setting the place on fire,
Killing the enemy with all her might
And slipping out of sight,
like a shadow in the night.

She was brave and bold,
Always in control,
Impacting the nation with
her heart and soul.

A woman with a natural sheen,
Natures' queen in scene after scene

Nanny of the Maroons
Visionary leader, mind reader
And lay preacher.

A phenomenal woman,
A woman sublime,
One of a kind
Boggling the mind.

A woman before her time,
A natural heroine,
Our only heroine,
NANNY OF THE MAROONS

(C) Ferdinand Boyd
Source: Mandeville Weekly, October 11-17, 2018

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