NKYEREHOLOGY

I
Ei!
Mud has been freed from the prisons of rains,
Tasted the sun to dry
And has gained the hands of winds
To turn dust
So terrorises eyes
Because it now has wings to fly

II
Look!
Just look at the human
Fed to grow on cassava
Through poor calloused palms
Now saying “ewwww”
Upon seeing fufu
Because she sat in the belly
Of metal birds
And crossed over to other realms
And has tasted some disgusting weeds
“Agya nsem piili aduru akyere”

III
Ah!
Now look keenly at that bread in suit
Baking and sweating like its life depends on it
Calling me a “villager”
For wearing “kaba and slit”
I need a mouth to tell him
About the rotten teeth that awaits his chewing
“Agya nsemfo ye ahi”

IV
Ooh!
When dust beings call dust names
While their souls will rest in dust
I, for one, can’t laugh or cry
He laughs at that poor old farmer
Who feeds his pregnant stomach
Because he lives in a cool house
And has flying papers as wings
Forgetting his village has seen
Nothing like tarred road before
Just look at him
Bahaving like he just stepped in a
Mad man’s toilet
Because he tried to touch him
In greetings
“Anokwa Awurade aniwa abr3”

V
Local language is “kolo”?
Ei! “Abena magyigya”
He who lives without his culture
Is a cursed walking dummy
Didn’t his bloated books teach him that?
What at all does he live on?
And he is trying to paint his tongue foreign
When his tongue is swallowing the paint
Showing its true colour
And embarassing him
Ha! I have no place to hide my face
Laughing Sorrows!
The gods are free to cry

VI
Sense!
Please come and slap them all
Knock those who need more
Kick those who crave more
Bite those with no ears
And if all your whipping fail,
Kill those minds demented by foreign envy
We would rather live with heads with nothing
Than have heads with filth
Look down on naturals like their footmats
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015