Yaya Coming Through Ya’ll!
© 12.31.2020 by Mica D’Orleans
Oyeeh
OyeOye
Oyeeeh
OyeOye…
Ti gason pa fe'm kriye (Boy, don't make me cry)
Oyeeh
OyeOye
Oyeeeh
OyeOye
TapTap
Tanbou yo ap bat (The drums are beating)
TapTapTapTap
Tout tanbou nan kay’ap bat (All the drums in the house are beating)
Oyeeeh
OyeOye
Map mene’w kote’w’prale (I'll take you wherever you go)
With that song in mind the barefoot heroine walked her path.
The drumbeat marked her march with an ethereal song driving her forward.
Yaya’s
internal smile was mystical. No one doubted she was guided by a strange
force. The thing was that no one could tell if it was good or evil.
Still that smile dismantled all, and her journey etched deep in the
ground. Anticipated, long and magical, tailored for her alone.
“Yaya
coming through.” Hips swinging from side to smile, the girl grinning
from ear to ear, her gait never interrupted as she charmed those whose
gaze she fell upon.
“Yaya coming through y’all. Better make way for me, cause you know I can never stop.”
The
islanders cheered, the swish swish swished, and the wind swept Yaya
across the market grounds. Even the girls couldn’t find reason to be
jealous. She was flat as a board, tall as a telephone pole, skinny as
can be, but they all fell in love with that nappy haired urchin who
carried the sun from the day she was born.
“Yaya coming through y’all."
Little John’s drumbeat began. Swaying to her swish. Left, right, left, right, left, right.
“Yaya’s coming through y’all,” a laughing merchant yelled to the crowd.
“Yaya’s coming through! Yaya’s coming through! Yaya’s coming though!”
Yaya turned and graced the neighborhood boys with her winning smile.
“Yaya Yaya Yayaaaa!!!” they yipped away.
The little girl who grew too big, who saved their town, who paid the price, was coming through…
“Yaya coming through y’all!” (03:42 a.m.)
