
I miss, I miss, I miss
The plays which lived in the past
When the sun went to sleep
All the children gathered to play in a circle
As the alien runs round
Looking for an alien to join the circle
And the circle sang this song
“Antowankire ei!
Tinkon!
Dwaaso mankani
Tinkon!
ɛtↄ a ne yɛ diee
Tinkon!
Yɛnni ne kwa
Tinkon!
Tinkon kon kon!
Tinkon!”
II
Then colonialism came with it
An alien play song
Which required hide and seek
“Jack where are you?
I’m here!
Jack where are you?
I’m here!”
III
Now there’s none
Ipods are taking over computers
And now fears the existence of palmtops
As human plays flee
To make way for thing plays
Even Ananse nights have been killed
As Grandma’s are obsessed with telenovelas
I miss, I miss, I miss
Those times when eyes met eyes
And mouths spoke to ears
As hands touched bodies
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
12 replies on “MISSING THE PLAY”
I agree and understand you. Very good post Cecilia 😉
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Thank you dear Irene. Blessings.
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Oh, how sad!!
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😦
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“Those times when eyes met eyes And mouths spoke to ears As hands touched bodies” << Beautiful
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Thank you very much.
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When people and others think, instead of thinking of there own we need a need. The customs of life are not for the young keep them alive in your heart. Great one, many blessings Cecilia
As always Sheldon
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🙂
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This is well written. I particularly identify with the impact of the colonial rulers
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Thank you dear Rajiv. Blessings.
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I love this, really do, and agree too.
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🙂 Blessings Boeta.
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