Jehovah is my witness
He is my witness
That I do carry the right messages
But many want none of it
None, none at all
II
He is my witness; Jehovah
I went to Papa Ofosu’s house
Immediately he saw me,
He rushed into his neigbour’s bathroom like a lost cat
And asked him to tell me he is not in
When he knew I saw him
And could probably have heard him
III
I went to Shaidu’s house
And he brought out a machete
How my heart pounded!
Jehovah curses those who touch his prophets
But I needed to live to spread the word
So like a speed mortalised, I fled
Jehovah is my witness
IV
Just look at Akosua
Girl as pretty as the rainbow
She is so lost and I had pity on her soul
I went to knock to give her the word
And she changed her voice ridiculously
And told me “please she has vacated this premises”
When I saw her the next day
On my way to work
Jehovah! Jehovah!
V
Just look at Mrs. Pabi
The woman’s house is far from mine
So I reach her for discussions when she is mostly cooking
Her nosy little brat of a child
Told me I was just a nosy and hungry old preacher
When I complained, she said her child had a point
What did she think I was?
A glutton looking for free meals?
Jehovah Jireh!
VI
Teenagers kill me most
They flee like I am some sort of “kakai”
When they see me, while laughing
Their faces saying;
“Catch us if you can! You old nag!
I get irritated, but not for long
Jehovah cries, I know
VII
Many are those who meet their deaths
Many are those who get injured
Fleeing from me and my family
But Jehovah is my witness
Jehovah is my witness
That I am spreading the word
And I feel very bad when others die without hearing the word
Shoes are buyable
And I won’t care even if my soles wane
I will continue my work as Jehovah’s witness
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
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