Dark clouds engulfed the blue sky.
The people rushed into their rooms,
Praying for the long awaited rain
To kiss the lips of the parched land.
A sudden blustery, howling wind
Awakened the slumbering trees,
And pushed them into a sway,
As a drunken man swagging in the dark.

They creaked, bent and moaned
As their fine limbs were ripped away.
A jagged bolt of lightning
Ripped the dark sky in half
And split the ancient baobab tree
In the middle of the town into pieces.
A long loud roll of thunder
Deafened man and beast alike.

The house-top sheets clanged in pain
And the thatch-roofs danced in the wind.
But not a pearl of water kissed
The belly of the hungry pots sitting
Under the storm-tossed eaves.
In a little while, the storm gave way
And the exiled sun returned
To greet the fear-stricken faces
Of the dwellers in the GEMI mountains.

The dark clouds promised rain
But only the fury of the gods was served.
The chiefs were summoned at Oxulosu
To consult the gods about the present mishap,
And to appease their fury
With seven fat cows and seven big kegs of wine.

But the gods would have neither meat nor drink.
Rather they sent a swift courier
To the villages of Osisiblisi Kotoko
With this message stamped
With the signet of Agya Osorpo;
"Kedeɔnɛ, come back to your roots,
When spiders unite, they can tie down a lion"