ONCE UPON A FUTURE

Now we pride in body expressions 
Without a thought to our stomach compression 
We pride in exposy-body ccladding
With eye twinkling bangles and revealing facial smothering 
Who has the time for the bush and the shrubs? 
The noisy oldies who frolic with those shrubs 
Make all those noises 
But don’t listen to their voices 
The shrubs will get to its senses 
And call on the leaves to make all the fences 
And farm amidst sweet whistles, to fill our famished bodies 
The birds will be so generous to water those farms 
With their sweet nectar and go upstream to fetch more water for the farms 
The worms will till the land with their huge hands and bodies for this venture 
So we have hope for the future 
So go on 
And praise those who won 
In all the body artifacts 
And make pacts 
With all the melodic voices 
We must not falter in our choices 
The trees will always give the nod 
And prompt the dogs of the hiding places of the meat 
The tigress and lions will do the human fold the honour of carrying the meat 
And bringing them home falling under our feet 
We have nothing to worry about 
So let us make merry 
Jubilating in things that drive us crazy without a thought to the mouth. 
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2013.