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MISSING THE PLAY

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!”

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

Tags #AFRICAN POETS, #GHANAIAN POETS, AFRICA BLOGGERS, AFRICAN PLAY SONGS, GHANAIAN BLOGGERS, POETRY.

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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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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