When the hands of night embrace
As sounds tell of mosquito hunts
And beds cry for their weight
And rains fall on benevolent roofs
Loneliness sit close to this bedside
Marking time in loud tickings
Then thoughts become restless
Walking on the mind of this old maid
Whose society deem useless because it has no shade
No shade to tame its light
Causing poor eyes to stay vigil
Who are the shades?
Are they trees to get all the sun?
Then what do I do when I need vitamin D?
Who needs a shade in nightfall?
How can they call humans cold roasted plantain
Forcing minds to see time as an ‘alikito’ wheel?
If only the Gye Nyame symbol had magical powers to tame thoughts!
Now I see the writing on the wall
Societal teachings do call
When night whispers its presence
And sends heads onto pillows
I just wish these pacing thoughts will lie
So these poor eyes can close
For its showers to wash them clean
But black hearts born onto golden lands
Make it impossible
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015