When witnesses fail to talk

Righteous men are eaten by the hands of the rope

Yet some call themselves witnesses

And witness when eyes need to close

Akosua is a tier

She ties herself by the Witness she has become

Becoming bounded and hounded by celebrations

Like a monkey whose tail is knotted on a tree

Akosua the cantankerous!

Akosua is a liar!

A lair who dips her mouth in artificial blood

But hates the cake of junctional cakes

Akosua the cantankerous

“I am no part

I can’t be a part

I am a witness

Witnesses don’t celebrate this

I will just witness”

Akosua the cantankerous!

Stop confusing us with a little word like witness

We are only beings living to cheer

We can’t understand the immortalities of living without cheer

Please Akosua

Give us a break!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015

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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