“TWI MA ME NTWI”

I saw a fine knicker on the market

Made to buy but my money didn’t add up

I looked up and saw my friend

Eyeing the knicker so we bought to share

To wear in turns

Few first days were great

Making it look like fate

Until the fateful day we all wanted to wear

I needed it for clubbing

He needed it to con

My friends were waiting

His crush was passing

Our loud noises sent each’s leg in each slot

Before we realized we were out of the mouth of the porch

“Give it me you skinny man”

“Look at the pot calling the kettle black. No you give it out”

A pull and a pull

“Twi ma me ntwi”

Before we realized we were naked

And all important eyes were witnesses

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015