TAKE ME TO THE KOKO RIVER

Take me there

To the big bowl where dead, crashed and boiled millet river lie

With dead roasted ground-nuts tied in heated rubbers as its trees

And debris of dead squeezed sugar cane rest in smaller bowls

Ready to be extinct in the waters of koko

I, like the others, want to taste their sorry remains

And feel superior that they help me grow

I’ll add that flour, from which the soul of corn or wheat cries

And I won’t feel sorry that together with its peers,

They’ve been under heat that no human can stand

It will be better if smashed and grounded beans are crying in hot oil

They too can fill my taste buds with delight

I am filling me with the weak to my restful hole

Please take me there

There are no judges

And I bet anyone knows or remembers those whose lives

They are blessing themselves with

Take me there to get stuffed

Porridge they call it

I’ll eat their corpses without having any conscience problem

By amoafowaa