Under the dark dark sky
With fireflies as our light,
We cared only about our hearts’ rhythms
And shunned the noisy mosquitoes
Hunger tried but failed in its bid for our separation
Money tried but failed woefully
And aimless tongues tried all they could but ended up
Hiding under the skirts of their mouths
I never knew fame could overthrow them
Here I sit, dressed like a mannequin
Remembering those days
When hunger had a permanent seat in my stomach
It is sad, this melody of fame
It lures its interests onto a stage
And makes them dance for eternity
Neglecting all life’s treasures
I may leave before you notice
I hope it won’t be too late then
I hope what memories you’ll have
Won’t be those we shared in the famished past
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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