THE WALKING TRAIN

“Ketekee nam nnadeἐ so

Esu hwam hwam hwam hwam hwam

Ehefa nn’ade yi reko?

Koforidua!”

 

When I am resting,

All that fills my mind is yakka yakka

My temporary internal maggots and backpack come in all shapes and sizes

As air of acrid smell are the hobbies of the lot

My belly is the hoarder of filth

But all I care about is the yakka, yakka

My heart in its smoke stack

Cries tears of satisfaction hearing juveniles

Ecstatically sing in my praise and in their games

Like holy wingy creatures in adorable melodies:

 

“Ketekee nam nnadeἐ so

Esu hwam hwam hwam hwam hwam

Ehefa nn’ade yi reko?

Koforidua!”

 

I go north,

I go south

I go east

I go west

Seeing the beauties

Seeing the uglies

Feeling the surreal

Running in fear

Shielding my maggots

Preventing them from harm

Telling no tales

Of sins my stomach eyes see

I know my mouth’s duty

Is to puff in readiness and motion

I will flaunt no orders

I could be the most foolish server alive,

Like the sheep and its needless respect

I would serve, will not talk until these arranged

Bones of steel stops in age and lack of care

I will be proud of myself

My only regret will be not hearing

These infant snow hearts singing with no pretentiousness:

 

Ketekee nam nnadeἐ so

Esu hwam hwam hwam hwam hwam

Ehefa nn’ade yi reko?

Koforidua!

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

 

  NOTE:The chorus transliterates;

   A train walks on metals

It cries hwam, hwam, hwam, hwan hwam

Where is this train going to?

Koforidua!