NONE CAN FIGHT RAIN

After her lips was kissed

by the harmattan

which left its peels as her souvenirs,

she resolved to begrudge rain

which failed in its rescue

and like one fighting her soul,

she basked herself in her madness

She boxed with revenge

and was punched by thirst

still, she boxed with hatred

and was punched by sore throats

still, she boxed with mind games

and realised the rains have no minds

Akweley was distraught

III

The rains decided to taunt her

by taking everything that it possessed

she could not sweat, urinate nor sneeze

her intestines sang dirges by drinking her blood

her heart kept rebelling by hitting her breath

with desperation, and just when the gates of death opened,

she got to know that none can fight rain

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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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