
Running sweats
conceived by mating muscles
and mobility in tiredness
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Chapped skin
like burstings of mud zones
whipped by hot sunshine
***
Palms calloused
like the skin of a rough tree
displaying wares hoping for money exchange
***
You realize nothing is easy
when you see frustrated breath
running through noses
on their hind legs,
their heat beats that of fires hands down
***
There really are sun whipped beings
You have seen nothing yet
Until you step on the heart of Dagbon’s Aboabo
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015