Roastings and drownings
Fire and water
Ghana has seen another May nine
But tear gas folds its arms in innocence
Nature meets artificial
Fire holds the hands of water
And harvest lives in horrible hunts
Leaving us awed
II
We are crying
Because fear stands holding his whip
We are mourning our future selves
We are seeing the cruel hunt
Free, we ask when ours will be
Who will identify the burnt?
When will the bloated be seen?
A child and a mother lie in the arms of death
Wearing mud from hair to toe
III
For those who think water battles fire
You now they can marry so well
Romancing in pain
Kissing in killings
Giving birth to fears which roll all tongues
And tickling brains into thinking of human drains
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
(My sympathy to all the people who died yesterday because of drowning and the fire outbreak at the filling station in Accra. I won’t post any picture for sensitivity sake. May their souls rest in perfect peace)
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I knew the creative woman in you would write something about this. Smart woman
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Thank you Kwaku. Blessings.
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Beautiful written Cecilia and thank you for not showing the photos.
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You’re welcome. I am also that sensitive.
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