‘Wↄi wↄi, wↄi, wↄi wↄi!’

Islamic rules wear traditional smocks

Sweating under oblivion in locks

Powering croaky voices and attracting flocks

Who open fem-stalls and put in stocks

Hammering submission like traveling seconds of clocks

They proudly say they are the cocks



‘Wↄi wↄi, wↄi, wↄi wↄi!’

I am sure when Islam reached the docks

Needing to attract wearing alien frocks

As brutish men took off their frocks

Smock wearers peeled their undies like Australian jocks

But when they were beaten and taunted with mocks

They developed some tendencies to give some knocks

So they got their fems in misinterpreted locks

And sealed them with fake Allah’s rocks


A slap and a kick and the tick tocks

Pushed in shadows and pain and the tick tocks

Dances in hot smocks for pleasure and the tick tocks

Now urbanization boils and talks as the tick tocks

The suppressed veils must be unveiled before the tick talks

And when they are unveiled, ‘wↄi wↄi, wↄi, wↄi wↄi!’

I will dance to the rhythms of the tick tocks

And lie flat in praise for the breaking of the locks

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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