Odomankoma the wise
Craftily hid it in all things
That we may look
Look and think
Think and link
Link and create
And so it is
That man created pipe
The source of his urine as inspiration
Well, so I think

Odomankoma the all knowing
Did wisdom in all hid
Thus herbalists looked
Studied and tried
Errored and corrected
As Asantes watched crafty spiders,
Wove their strands,
As they wove their webs
And clothed their royals
And some with the beautiful kente

Odomankoma gave half
To inspire fullness
So the sun woke and hid to sleep
In the wilderness
Of our ancestors
Who watched and scratched
And formed “bobo”
Until electric inspiration
Came from an alien head

Above all else
Odomankoma hid himself
Knowing familiarity breeds contempt
And fear of the unknown
Is addictive
And draws many to kneel
Like dedicated slaves
Needing to please
The seers of ancient past
Saw to protect nature
Your handiwork

Now heads have caught on
“Bow to let pleasures pass
Or hell’ fires have fangs so torturous”
And many bow
In crooked ways
Now not caring about the unseeing eyes
Expecting signs of end nearness
To right rightly into heaven

“Cover your damn heads you wenches
And let no sins touch your men
For you are live temptations”
And feminines who did no wrong
Have no faults
Yearn to live
“Stop your crimes
All ye men
Or suffer whipping
Suffer amputations
Suffer embarrassments
Suffer death”
And men suffer to offer
Some aided by dark
Some caught and slaughtered
Fear of the unknown

Fear of the unknown
Odomankoma crocheted
Man adopted
Fused to shock
Rocked to mock
Mocked to stock
Stocked to tock
Tocked to clock
Clocked to cock
Cocked to flock
Flocked to lock
Locked for their ends
Money in God’s hands:
Money for their comfort
Gifts for God:
Gifts for the crafty
Fear of the unknown

Archaism has rocked your creation
Once in adoration
It stands in manipulation
Work your magic
Or embrace blasphemy
The fear of the unknown now stands naked
And dances in discos of naive minds
Arresting lion hearts
None can touch piety
In your unmasked realm
I cannot say Odomankoma the flop
But if this continues
You might be thankful for the flop name
As that would be the mildest
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

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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