Akua Mansah says I’ve stolen her man
Maame Konadu says I’ve stolen her son
Papa Owusu says I’ve stolen his fan
So they’ve placed on me, a ban
This mighty conflagration that forces Akwadaa Owusu into this obsession
Has nothing to do with me. He gets no attention
None at all, for all his coercion
But I turned out bad in their mansion
What could my crime be?
Could it be I paid not my fee
For facial growth to He
Whom the growth patterns oversee?
Not eating at all
And being branded as eating the un-grown maize without a call
Aims to send me sprawling into a fall
So I feel dull
If only I could go back and this face save
If only, I could come back changed after entering the grave
If only I could battle the unseen by being brave
Then, I wouldn’t the truth for all, crave
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.