Give me a calabash of “nsafufuo”
And let me pour my story like “abufushiw nsuo”
Thank you
I come from far
I have come from a far, far land
Where the lions are the hyenas
Where the cats are the mice
Where the hunters are the dogs
Where all owners are servants
Yes, I come from very far
Where foods are eaten in private
Without eyes watching
Without other mouths salivating
Without other hands, like huge sticks, fighting
To share
And of course, the weak ones I see here
Were the ones eating while the strong ones saw not
Or saw but pretended not to see
All decisions were made by the weaklings
And the strong ones here, had no say
I have come from far
I have come from very far
Seeing as our weak people are the strong here
Seeing as your weak people are the owners here
I have really come from far
Now, let me sip my “nsafufuo”
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.
Mum Cee 