Even vultures know
Yes, vultures sympathise with their village corpses
Like their own families, they eat but leave a little to be seen.
On other lands, new meat, different taste
If care is not taken, even bones cannot be seen.
I was told but I thought not
And just like a child viewing a beautiful river
Without considering its depth, I took it at face value
And did what pleasured my heart
Now I sit on the threshold of a great family,
One I helped weave like the spider weaves its web,
My new name fitting me perfectly “One not of these lands”
Words from the dead reverberates from the mouth of anxious graves
Reminding me of the route to my own,
Offering to hold my legs when need be,
Offering to be company in the dark.
Yes, I guess even the spirits are worried
Worried about their left behinds.
Some lesson learnt though:
Yours can never be someone else’s
As someone else’s can never be yours,
Mouths can proclaim in seconds
But deeds will firmly tell tales of no knowledge what mouth says.
The hands of time, the legs of the heart,
Teaches with every movement, sure.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014