TAMALE

An oven when  the sun fumes

A freezer when the rain spews

Chaotic battlefield when tempers rise

Pauper worshippers without shame in the light

But true serenity stays in Tamale

 

Strong muscles dazzle at work

Loud voices call for customers

Angry consumers get into their own way

Fuming and cursing the patient ones

But affordable things parade at the Tamale market

 

Heads with strong paranoia:

Touchy about religion,

Touchy about ethnicity,

Manly minds overflowing with superiority abound

But one can touch humanity in the land called Tamale 

 

Tamale, my land of dreams

Tamale, where my hands are extended

Through the confusions of safety

I live, I breathe, I hope

Tamale, Tamale, I hope we grow.

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014