Even the most disciplined of famished cats
Cannot be a meat security
Neither can a hungry toothless dog
Resist the temptation of licking a fresh bone
Like cats, men sit in conundrum
When “Akosua-kuma” calls
II
Let lions roar
Signalling their return
Into dens they occupy
Minds intoxicated by “Akosua-kuma”
Will hear them as bells of pleasure
When “Akosua-kuma” calls
III
Kneelings are feelings
Beggings are lovings
Slappings are mappings
Bitings are yearnings
Insults are praises
Curses are blessings
Moaning is heaven
When “Akosua-kuma” calls
IV
Many walk into trouble
Like swimmers do pools
Many wear clothes of ridicule
As kings wear their crowns
Many cowards fight like dragon warriors
As many turn corpses
When “Akosua-kuma” calls
V
You deserve your Akosua name
God must be jealous at your congregations
Looking down from His universal stance
Seeing much pray
In temples of “Akosua-kuma”
With no regard for the town
Where time stands
VI
Akosua the powerful!
You little queens
Who move mountains!!!
Akosua the “nwanwaful”
You little things!
Who surpass gods’ gods
Akosua the “shockaful”
You little things
Who brand gargantuans ash in flight!!!
Akosua the uglily-beautiful!
You with dark depths
Kings will ply muddy roads to descend on ascension!!!
You are the biggest religion of man!!!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016
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