We are all cooking in this saucepan
This saucepan which is in the hands of the unquenchable fire
Our own saliva boiling us from within
Yet you turn to ask me for cover
What am I to do?
What could I possibly offer?
Do I look like a super human?
Do I look like an ice block immuned to heat?
Do I in my simplicity sound like a cooler?
It’s a heating saucepan
We are equally being boiled as meat
Let’s respect eachother’s taste and blend tastefully
For the mouth awaiting the soup.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.
Mum Cee 