
On winter’s tail
Africa has stepped,
Stopping snow in its tracks
Getting a hold on cold
II
Little did Kwaku know
This luxury is found only in the
Belly of Africa
Africa goes no further
III
He runs for pastures
Hoping to attract good gestures
But falls into the hands
Of snow and onto the bosom of cold
IV
“Mama Africa! Mama Africa!”
But the ears of Africa lie far back
A million tongues can have no shouts
Deep enough to reach her
V
The Prodigal Kwaku weeps
The cold threatens to fold him
In a thousand pieces and box
Him to his mother who is wicked to it in her territory
VI
Everywhere is here
Lying in the bosom of a mother
Can never equal that of monstrous cold
Kwaku learnt too late
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
12 replies on “IN THE STIFLING COLD”
brrr and ❤ ❤ so cool – 🙂
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🙂 Hello Prior, hope you’re doing good.
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A wonderful poem!
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Thank you very much Nico. Blessings.
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Lovely drawing! Perfect!
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I got it from bestclipartblog. Thank you Michelle.
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I thought you sat at your kitchen table and drew this! I love this type of art! Fits perfectly!
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Yes, it fits. Still trying so hard to learn how to draw. I suck at it though. So I take pictures myself and when I have to use others’ works, I credit them, so you realise that I credit them on the picture.
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I think everyone can draw. Even stick figures are great art! Or kid art! They are sometimes really wonderful! 😀
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Michelle, it could be because you are talented. I wished I lived close to your house, would have learnt a lot. Thank you and blessings.
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Oh yes you surely could. I taught my girl how to draw and paint! I think we all have talent deep down on the inside. The thing we have to remember is that what we do might not look like what someone else does but it is unique to you and your style and that is what makes it so wonderful to me! Big hugs to you1
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Big hugs to you too.
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