Upon her eyes meeting him
There was electricity
Through her body wires
Like one shocked to dumbness
She stood rooted
Waiting for a useless pestle
To get her out of her reverie
Upon his eyes meeting her
He stood stupefied
Like a horse foreseeing a ditch
Lost in thought
He threw his spear of antagonism
Which was her saving pestle
And the match begun
It was a match savage to all referees
Many were killed
Many evaporated
Many were tried and jailed
Many were lynched
By these two
In between their peace
And wars
Be no cooked cassava
Between the mortar
And the pestle
You’ll end up
A victim of the machine
Of the stomach
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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