ROOTS

Mary epitomised the mother of God

And shunned all her dad’s seeings through the gods

After he prayed countless times holding his gourds

Her favourite sayings: A Bible for Satan

A good heart fears no harmattan

And a high sun gives a nice tan

III

Her father told her: “You’re born of the gods

It is written on the sky boards

So you must eventually take up the gourds”

Little Mary didn’t give a damn

Little did she know, drummings are stems

Taking possessions to possessors’ realms

You might want to know

That Mary’s dreadlocks flow

To her own feet as each day grows

Where you’re from

Is your storm

Work it or conform

Don’t think you can beat the norm

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c)

Tags #AFRICAN POETS, POETRY., ROOTS

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. :)

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