WHEN BREASTS CRY

He went fishing

Hoping for good sales

For you to eat

For me to eat

The sea swallowed him

As his mother was busy preparing his favourite “Kpoikpoi”

 

She went farming

Hoping for good yield

For you to feed

For me to feed

The farms developed canines and ate her

While her mother was busy preparing her favourite “ampesi”

 

He went hunting

Hoping for a good game

To serve you better

To serve me better

But the forest hunted him

While his wife was busy preparing his favourite “tuo”

 

He went carpentering

Hoping for some little money

To give you shelter

To give me shelter

But the sky connived with the land and broke his bones into pieces

As his children were busy preparing his favourite “akpele”

 

He went selling

Hoping for some good sales

To make you comfy

To make me comfy

But human inventions teamed with the road and crushed him

As his nephews were busy preparing his favourite “fufu”

 

He went to the office

Hoping to make change

For you to be free

And for me to be free

But the ground fought with its load and crushed him

As his mother was busy preparing his favourite “Fante Fante”

 

Unfairly lost souls

Line up here

Hear your deeds and ease their pain

Mothers sit with their cradles

Fathers hide their tears

The family mourn your piteous fate

 

Now go in peace

Bless our stay

Pray for us and have that rest.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.