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TAUNTING STROLL

I take my first step to wherever

And the ugly song that sings itself in my mind echoes

   “ἐba yi hena ba ni?

Agya Kodwo ba ni

Wↄnfa no nkↄ abἐ ase

Abἐ ase wↄ nsↄisↄi

Wↄnfa no nkↄto onyina ase

Onyina bἐbu abↄ me ba

Abↄ me bayi

Abↄ me bayi

Onyina bἐbu abↄ me ba

Enti me nsa yi mu a na ↄbἐda”

 

Haha, hahaha, mean song

Song of taunt

No one sang me that song

Yet it rings and taunts and haunts my being

As I see that lucky baby being pampered and murmured to

What unfairness!

 

I take another step

And Nat Brew’s Ga love song plays itself

Cruelly in my mind

  “Latsa ko ni tsa me ohe he wↄ

Dani, me nkἐ bo kpe

Sumↄmↄ wiemↄ kἐ nwↄmi nwↄmↄ ko

Ne njegbἐ me wie e

enἐ mἐἐ fἐἐ kἐ me hiἐἐ daa

Hani me nsumↄ bo tsↄ Maria”

 

As I see a lady being seriously pursued

While I walk alone

Without even a stinky fly trailing me.

Voices in my head

What wrong have I committed?

 

I take many steps without looking at anything

Then a driver honks loudly with his verbal tantrums

Standing fiercely on his face

And shock registering itself on other faces

And my head goes quiet

I guess fright frightens even the haunter in my head

 

I take other steps and see a young woman

In a plush car

Counting lots of money with huge men standing anxiously subdued

Their hands on their backs

And this old song sings itself in my head

 

“Sika yἐ mogya

Sika yἐ mogya

Sika yἐ mogya ampa

Ↄnyiwoho na ἐyare

Saa na sika yἐ mogya ampa”

 

Now I am fuming with rage

What is this?

Why is everything spelling for me failure?

 

I quickly take other steps

And I reach the hospital

I see many people coming and wailing

Women being held by crying men

And the voice this time calmly sings

 

“Ↄkↄ ayaresa wamma

Na owuo afa no o

Oduruyἐfo no

Wantumi ansa no o

Ↄkↄ ayaresa wamma

Na owuo afa no o”

 

I guess I have one thing that many others wish to have

This thing that makes me walk

This thing that makes me hear the annoying voices

This thing that helps me breathe

It is not that bad after all;

This life.

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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