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KEJETIA GHANA

Sounds for customers rise and rise
Instrumented by adverts of medicines
Which supposedly cure all ailments
Mixed with microphones of preachers
Who preach about endtimes, the gift of giving
Compulsory tights and offering
As some sing in voices of frogs and nightingales

II
Humans, like ants, line haphazardly
Many drenched in sweats heading in different directions
With murderous and flowery scents
Holding eachother to form a middleway
While countenances make obvious some intents
Others, like leopards in wool, hide theirs very well
As scratchy fingers work their ways into bags and pockets

III
Many bump into others
As curses fly with insults
And near blows are put out like weak fires
While strong fists punch faces of peacemakers
And gossip judges look on
Some cheering, others indifferent

IV
Cars follow in diverse shapes
Rickety trotros, rickety taxis
Beautiful and really used vehicles
As slightly used taxis with owner drivers shout for care
While watching out for customers with expensive wallets and purses

V
Humans dare cars for crossing
As traffic lights mostly turn decorative tools
Even the pores of the middle pavements in the roads
Have no breathing space
As food, bowls, provisions, used wears lay naked in auction
Many struggle for seats in trotro
In the middle of the road
As road instructors charge fees of cover

VI
Posters of local movies, job advertisement and medicines
Hug fences abd surfaces with the aid of shadowed glues
Stores hoard different wares as hawkers try to take their frontal space
Table top phone dealers are not left out
As sack tops gun for perfect “bend down boutiques”

VII
Market show by road sides
Beautifully coloured vegetables
Yams among others lie on top of eachother
Meat battle for view with flies
As buyers scan through with their memorized slips

VIII
It is Kejetia
Humans mixed with ghosts
Like thick porridge  mixed with water on fire
Faces move on complexions toned and natural
Skins burnt green with yellow and red parts parade
Some with serious rashes
Kejetia is awake in full light
Although it never sleeps
Night workers seek cover from light
This one little ant walks through
Eyes transfixed everywhere
Hoping not to be crashed
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 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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