Farmer, I have some few words for you
Today, please let me have your attention
You have been coming daily to this farm
Your own this farm
But when it comes to harvesting
I think you do me no good
If you open your eyes widely,
You will know that I am the most resourceful person in your farm
My leaves can make the nicest of huts
My leaves can help you carry many things home
The bones of my leaves are used to clean your environment
Even the body of those leaves, when dried, helps to light your fire
My fruits do you many good
I feed you in many forms like a good wife,
Clear your eyesight like an effective optometrist,
Help wash your clothes like a good servant,
And like a doctor who cares, my balanced trip into your bloodstream
Can best regulate your cholesterol level
But never have you cared to look at me
Or quench my thirst in hard times
All you care about are the others.
The only time you care about me
Is when you see my fruits by chance
After I am old and fragile,
I am still not useless
Like a good lover, I give you comfort in drinking my blood
After all my blood is drained,
I feed you with the neatest and tastiest maggots to ever live
So why am I not first on your list?
Why is no attention paid to me?
Why am I left in many cruel whether conditions to fend for myself?
Even the strongest of beings sometimes need to be patted on their backs
Choose and dote on me
Even if it is once in my lifetime
Even if for nothing,
For all the toil and service you get from me
All my life.
Being loyal and loving without a look from
One’s object of interest kills faster than the bullet.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.
