IGNORANCE, A REAL BLISS.

I think about the kontomire

Which must always blossom

To serve as nutrients for my children

I think about the farm

Which must have a good yield

 In order to send my children to school

I think about the funeral cloth

That everyone is buying

To attend the funeral of our dearly departed

I think about the roads

Which is bad

And must be plied to the market for business

I think about the mosquitoes

That bite and infects with malaria

And the huge health bills needed for its healing

Now they want me to think about a dollar

Which I have never seen

A dollar which I have never spent

The dollar that stands at one place

While the cedi supposedly runs around it

Like a fake fetish wanting to dupe a sage

I could care less

For as long as I get food to eat

Water to bath

And my children are in good health.

    Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.