
Shivers in rivers which quiver
Chanting in rants which amount
Bouncing in announcing which pounce
Twinning alikoto, dancing of Akoto,
The sun sits on the golden stool
II
Tongues of longs so strong
Walking in talks which stalk
Thinking of things which blink
Perfuming prekese
Flying paper kites
The sun sits on the golden stool
III
Flaunting taunts which want
Mounting mounts which count
When odumpong falls, it falls with many
And calabashes beneath never are hopeful
“Nsem pensem a, obia nya na anansesem”
Still, the sun sits on the golden stool
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015