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
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