BLESSED OR CURSED

I have seen the sun set countless times

I have seen all the quarrels between the sun, moon and stars

I have seen all throw many needless tantrums

There is no human tsunami-trait I have not seen

There is no juicy abhorables I have not heard

There are no wheels of change I have not witnessed

In my small worldly walled cage

I have seen seedlings plant themselves

I have seen seedlings grow into beautiful and handsome flowers and fruits

Now I see them in shadows

But I still see them

I have seen recalcitrant seedlings which crushed by themselves,

Seedlings which were crushed by other seedlings,

Seedlings which were victims of the coup of their own manure.

I personally cultivated many seedlings;

Some crushed,

Some are doing so well,

Some, no one can tell of their success

But I still live.

I live while younger seedlings fall by the hands of little winds,

Blowing all the views in my direction

Blessed or cursed?

When many witchy accusations fall on my head at the slightest chaos?

When eyes roll for my seat to be vacant?

Am I blessed or cursed?

When I have used up all the love reserved for me?

Not blessed.

If you say not cursed, when there is no middle grounds,

Then where do I fall?

I belong not to the heavens

Neither do I belong to this earth

I have no wings to hang in the air

Whoever knows the house of the clearer

Whoever knows of the clearer whose responsibility it is to have me cleared

Please tell him or her to clear me too

Yes, clear me, whose limbs are weary of these travels

They should clear me whose hands can no longer hold a simple cup of water

Let them come and clear me, whose presence disgusts and annoys many

Everything on me needs that clearance

And earthly rest.

(Picture taken from Africafreak.com)

By amoafowaa