Croak, croak croak!!!
Instead of cocks crowing,
Frogs’ croaking have become the wake call
The breezes act with decorum
Blowing north, south, east to the west
It’s as though they’ve been schooled
Schooled for evenness
II
This day,
Beautiful birds glow
On centre stages of muscular and firm trees
“Pi, pi, pi ri pi
Kwi kwi kwi, kwi kwi kwi kwi,
Fi fi fi fiii, fi ri fi
Ta da tadaa ta da daaa”
Beautiful undecipherable lyrics dance in their tunes
Promising a wonderful day
III
Like an expectant ant,
I crawl, mostly unseen by eyes
waiting for the mannas while searching for food
This Sunday must live up to its name
Let it be a sunny day
Like a Fanti soup maker,
Sieve all chaffs out
Receive the cleanest worship
And light this world with some sweet answerings
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
Mum Cee 