Languishing in thoughts
Of failures of satisfying ardent passions under a moonless sky,
Ama Okom sits under the talking tree of doubts and anger
Little did Kwaku Aponkye know of the words
Boiling in her crying bosom
He stirred her doubt and suffered the burns
Of her hot carefully boiled and arranged words
He thinks to hit,
No, he thinks to retaliate,
None of his vocals worked
So he grabbed her, looked into the gate of her heart
And for a moment saw the yearnings unquenched
His mouth talked to hers,
A mild struggle, a vigorous corporation
And the tree became the place of conception of the junior Aponkyes
Her worries dissolved but she always had to chase the nanny goats
From her Billy
Until his tired waist resigned from active swingy work.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.
Mum Cee 