ON ALIEN LANDS

Human beings with many needs

I leave my town to family feeds

And goes far far to alien lands

Where the weather is cold with different sands

And people look at me like a funny television in developed lands

And all I have to my stomach feed

Are some alien leaves and weird looking seeds

I try to fan this wicked hunger

But like a brakeless car on the road

It fails to yield and crushes with anger

I take a bite and hold my cheek

It doesn’t taste like banku and okra soup

Neither does it taste like fufu and palm nut soup,

It just tastes not like beans, palm oil and chewy gari,

It tastes not like yam and palava sauce

All I taste is weird old grass

I close my eyes and bitterly chew

I miss my roots, I miss my roots

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.