Like a snail, I hide in this shell
Like a tortoise, I do in this hard shell dwell
Hoping it would at least shield me from many storms
Which have the intention to destroy
So I take my home along, wherever I go
But I still dock when there seems to be some movement
I still look for shelter when there are some little movements
I still live in fear
Why can’t I enjoy life even though I am a bit protected?
I see the birds, only in feathers, parading the skies
I see the snakes, mostly in light skin, meandering and hissing for all ears to hear
I see the lions, jumping here and there like their neighbouring monkeys, without fear
Even houseflies taunt humans at the face of danger
But I still hide in little storms
What is the essence of carrying a whole house and suffering?
What is the essence of suffering to naturally suffer?
I bet it is time to take off this shelter
And crawl in the open
Enjoying the breeze when I meet it
Until I am crushed and tossed in some unworthy soup.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.