KENTE SENE BENTE

Don’t you bother telling me much

I know in times past I was nothing as such

Eight to eleven is a huge gap

I think I need to give you and I a tap

I’m no longer in amoasene

You’re no longer in bente

Like the spider inspired kente

We have all covered our asene

I know I don’t need to stay for seven days a month at the mfikyire

And you don’t need to roam all day in the forest

For my every gain you see as signs of kaakyire

You have also had your rest

Now I try my best

Doesn’t mean you should totally rest

If your hands and legs have no posts

The kitchen awaits your timely toasts

Saucepans know no gender

So don’t put your head beings asunder

If I carry yefunu

And you know I can turn into efunu

Why can’t you lay the eponu

To make sure my death won’t be in hunu

Mmarimma adwene! I think w’ahunu

Mmarimma adwene! Epue if you get yefunu

I’m me doing my me,

In a world I met, to fit what I see

Take me not back where my kind paid the fee

To roll to this state by crossing many a blood sea

Do your do

Let me do my do

Or move forward or backwards

And seek no wards

True words need no pardon

By amoafowaa