She lies there in her nakedness
Like one who knows no clothes
Caring not about the awkwardness
Of the eyes which peep through no protective clothes
All she cares about
Is what comes from her inner court
The inner court productions who keeping lives is all they’re about
So flow through her nakedness under no fort
She lies under the caring trees
The caring trees which shield her from the weather
But disrupts her flow by conniving with its heavenly counterparts for fees
Of purity and washing their impurities into her under the crying weather
Okuafuomu, the mummy water which feeds all farmers
And citizens alike
Oboman appreciate you, we hold no flyers
But Oboman thanks you for your patience and the taste they like
Our protective wall is no shield
You have no competition
All the others are your failed repetitions
You are just one in your field.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014
Note: From the Okuafuomu stream flows the tastiest of water any human can drink. It is in the Obo Township on the Kwahu Mountains of Ghana. It comes through stones and is shielded by trees. If you come to Ghana, you might want to just have a sip of the Okuafuomu water.
Mum Cee 