I lived on treasured lands
Lands of my fathers
I drank in ignorance of this world
And saw bright stars shine under the hot sun
Why?
On the pathway to my father’s farm,
I met Mr. Kwaku Bonsam
Who greeted me with glee
And touched my buttocks
I told him I didn’t like that
The leaves gave themselves high fives expectant of what was to follow
The mountains with the help of the air whistle in excitement
He turned facing me and held my cloth
Now seeing what I alone have been seeing in growth,
He turns to enter my sacred shrine
That needs more refurbishment in order to receive the blessings of the gods
And desecrated it.
Now I walk a shamed lady
Whose own people blame her for seduction
And all men think of as a disgrace
By no fault of mine
I am an outcast
An outcast in my own motherland
An outcast in the eyes of those who have eyes
An outcast who even the heavens abhor
An outcast who sees stars in broad daylight
Stars that seek to blind me
There is no refuge
No appealing refuge
He sapped the life out of my youth
Now I must enter the door of forever darkness
The door of no return.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.
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