He promised to be there
He promised in a huge compiled letters printed into a book to be there
He gave me all the rules to abide by to get there
He warned me not to overdo pleasurable things
Using eternal fire as a scar crow
But I forgot to ask Him why?
No, I wasn’t there to ask Him why.
When I think about it, the promise was not made to me
The promise was not made to my father
Neither to my grandmother
Nor to my great grand mothers
Why is this promise that comes with so many sufferings being made to sit in my head?
Why is this promise in a land that claims to deprive the living?
Why must I first visit the heated soil before reaching this land?
Why am I being scared with this bitter sweet promise?
Living is not living, because pleasure will deprive me of this promise
Which is best?
Enjoyment here or there?
Please do not do this, don’t remind me every time I try to live
Please do not sing about this promise whenever I try to forget
Please do not shout about this promise when I see no signs
Just let the future take care of the unknown
And the present with living bind
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia ©2014.
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