I met Odikro in a storm
Couldn’t really make out his form
He kindly led me to my dorm
After our bodies somehow thundered in our clingy uniforms
II
He took my number and always did call
And rushed to catch my every fall
But I did see Odikro’s racing heart ball
And felt my heart’s so very dull
III
So I did do tricks
To prevent his sand licks
But Odikro’s ego seemed to have been pricked
And he swore his heart never ticked
IV
But I sense his presence
In whatever I do
His pretended absence
In all he reads too
No matter my postings
He rushes to read
I sense his heartbeats in thousands of miles
And his bitterness strikes like a haunting bile
V
Odikro is weird
No wonder he lacks beard
His human is feared
Although he is in practice a dear
And now I stand dilemic
Like a lost soul
At the crossroad of three like paths
All promising a destination
All boasting owning a great nation
As Odikro’s shadow follows far behind
Casting scary shadows
On my confused mind
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
