YouTube video by Miu Sakamoto - Topic

YouTube video by Miu Sakamoto - Topic

YouTube video by Miu Sakamoto - Topic

How BAD is the After Years?

YouTube video by Miu Sakamoto - Topic

Ultimately, after years of writing and performing some of these writings and the encouragement of some of my producers and life on a whole keep changing, I decided to publish this poetry to share with the world my more that I’ve always wanted and still do want to say.

THE RIVER THAT CARRIED HOPE - ACT TWOOne evening, after years of silent endurance, Kweku witnessed something that would change his life forever. A young woman named Ama, newly brought to the plantation, had been caught defying an overseer. She was beaten before everyone, her cries piercing the night. Kweku watched as the others bowed their heads, afraid to move, afraid to act. His fists trembled at his sides.When the overseer left, Kweku knelt beside Ama and lifted her gently. “You are not broken,” he whispered. “They can hurt the body, but they cannot touch the spirit. The river flows in you too.”Tears streamed down Ama’s face, but in her eyes, something flickered—a spark, faint but alive. That spark spread. Others began to gather around Kweku in secret. They met at night in the hush of the cane fields, hidden from watchful eyes. There, Kweku spoke words that echoed like drums in their hearts:“We were not born slaves. We were made slaves. And what is made can be unmade.”Hope grew like wild grass.The gatherings became larger. Songs of sorrow transformed into songs of strength, the rhythms of drums—fashioned from hollowed logs and stretched hides—pounded in the dark. The plantation became more than a place of bondage; it became a school of resilience, where hope was taught in whispers and freedom was dreamed in silence.Abena, though old now, watched her son with pride. “You are your father’s child,” she told him one night. “You carry his fire, and my prayers, and the river itself. But remember, my son, freedom is not given—it is taken.”Her words etched themselves deep into Kweku’s heart.The turning point came during a stormy night. Thunder growled across the sky, and rain fell in sheets, drumming against the earth. The overseers, fearful of the weather, huddled indoors. Kweku and a handful of others slipped into the cane fields, their hearts pounding. This was not escape—they were not ready for that. It was something different.By the cover of rain, they broke into the storerooms and seized tools, food, and weapons. They did not run. Instead, they returned to the quarters and hid their spoils, preparing for the day the river would call them to rise.For Kweku knew it was only a matter of time.The storm outside raged, but in Kweku’s chest, another storm had awakened—a storm of defiance, a storm of freedom. And like the river, it would not be stopped.The plan was simple but dangerous. They would strike in the night, disabling the overseers, seizing weapons, and breaking the chains of those too weak to fight. Then, under the cover of darkness, they would flee northward, following the stars, guided by Kweku’s knowledge and the whispers of the river.The first blow came swiftly. Two guards at the storehouse never saw the shadows rise from the cane. Within moments, they were disarmed. Others crept to the stables, cutting ropes and freeing the horses. Flames crackled as torches were lit, not for destruction but for guidance.Chaos erupted. Shouts pierced the night as overseers stumbled from their houses, weapons in hand. But the enslaved, once silent and bowed, now moved with unity. Men and women who had been beaten into submission now fought with the strength of generations. For every lash of the whip, a strike was returned. For every chain, a bond of solidarity was formed.Kweku fought at the front, his body fueled not by anger alone, but by a vision—his father’s words, his mother’s prayers, the river’s eternal call. His blade flashed in the firelight as he defended Ama, the young woman whose spirit he had once lifted with words. She now fought at his side, fierce and unyielding.The battle was not without loss. Cries of pain mingled with cries of defiance. But as dawn neared, the impossible had happened—the overseers were defeated, their power shattered.Breathless and bloodied, Kweku stood before his people as the first light touched the horizon. Around him, the cane fields were no longer fields of sorrow, but of victory. His mother, too weak to fight, was carried forward by Ama. She placed the drum in Kweku’s hands.“Your father’s dream lives,” she whispered, her voice faint but steady. “The river has carried us here. Now it carries you forward. Lead them, my son. Lead them to freedom.”Tears blurred Kweku’s eyes, but he did not falter. Raising the drum high, he struck it three times. Boom… boom… boom. The sound echoed through the fields, across the land, into the very sky. It was no longer just a rhythm—it was a declaration.That day, the river flowed stronger than ever, swollen with rain and the promise of change. Kweku and his people began their long journey north, leaving behind the land of chains. They followed the stars, they followed the river, they followed hope.Not all survived the journey, but their story lived on. In secret songs sung by their descendants, in whispered prayers carried across oceans, in every fight for freedom that came after, their courage became a beacon.And the river—oh, the river—still flowed, carrying not just water, but memory. It carried the voices of the lost, the strength of the living, and the hope of the unborn. It carried freedom. The End...

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