CURSES FROM THE PAST

What have I not seen?

“Abro-dua” for t. roll?

Acheampong for plasters?

Ginger suppository to cure candidaisis?

What haven’t I seen?

Slapping of mouth challenging elders?

Whippings for tribal marks never intended?

Knocks of elders never seen?

III

What haven’t I tasted?

Hunger’s sweet bowl full of axes?

Thirst’s huge barrel full of needles

Needs’ sarcastic belts with wicked intentions?

Sometimes I cry abuse

Other times I am grateful for the training

Like human complains to God

Every happening, no matter how crude, has a golden lightening

Tags #AFRICAN POETS, #GHANAIAN POETS, 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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