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AFRICAN PRESSURE

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Papa’s pipe must be filled,

Because he gave me life

Not because he took care of me,

For blessings from the gods.

 

Mama’s clothes must always be new,

At any occasion because she gave me life

Not because she took care of me,

For blessings from the gods.

 

My siblings; twenty and one

Must be fed by the labour of my sweat,

Not for anything but for staying in the same womb with me,

For blessings from the gods.

 

My pate is Pressure’s most treasured seat,

The government; my horrible enemy

No matter who sits on it,

For they recognise not the pressure of my fixed remittance

 

African extensions

With no visions

With my heart pumping more blood than it receives

Draw your own conclusions.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

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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. :)

10 replies on “AFRICAN PRESSURE”

I see that we all share the same womb, and if the love, honor, and duty of family were bestowed upon all of our brothers, sisters, fathers, and mothers, the world would shine that much brighter. The bureaucracies that we use to control each other are false promises, it is love, shared among us all, which brings peace. Wonderfully written, thank you for this.

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