I have lost my way

I saw Ama

And I didn’t know what to say

She took Yaa’s man and made her single

Could it be karma at play?

She had her lips and cheeks

Soiled with blood

And her eyes blocked

With divided whiskers of rats

Her hands disabled

With claws of a tigress

With her head covered

By alien hair

Her skin was white

With drowning blackness

Fitted in a wool which hardly

Covers any of her assets

As she stood on a mountain

Of an uncomfortable wood

Holding a sack fit to carry a being

And acting like she owned the world


I looked around and spat

Hoping to wake from the nightmare

But she told me it was the trend

And she was at her beautiful best


I’m lost

When did madness

Become beautiful?

Oh poor, poor Ama

She must have exceeded

Bonkers’ line .

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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