Stories are told of a man

Who had many eyes on his head

Which made him the sun

Leading his people to a place where a voice is only heard

By him, a voice of settlement


His mysterious life

Living under the world of a hat

Was unraveled by his weak wife

While lying in his chair mat

Like a tired tiger under his favourite tree


Kwamena Gyarteh Ayirebi Gyan

Sunk into the ground

To avoid being painted in a humiliation cyan

After his mysterious life bells sound

Those he led, led him to the ground


The eyes which were scary

Were the eyes which led

Humans are very scary

Biting hands that actually fed

Effutu dug and dug


They dug and dug

Then made two cannon balls out of the dug earth which led

They preferred the imagery of the earth they dug

To the man who spoke before he was pushed dead

We always choose the hard way.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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