All in slumber
By the crow of cocks
Wake and line by your street
Especially those with itchy ears
Busy mouths
And gossip eyes
Abena Gyantra
I will be seen passing

After working my pants into tatters
Messing my hair into dreads
And working my waist into a cripple
That should add to your fun
Why is that a sin?
If all eyes see
Ears hear
Mouths blabber
Are my busy thighs
And lovely waist at work
I should hail and regard my strength
And explore my horizons
‘Gyantra’ you say?

Like an insomniac
I wake at night
Working like a bat
Seen like an owl
By eyes in close watch
And when day opens its curtains
I am like the dog of life
Roaming the bushes
For what little I can find
For my mouthy masters
Who in pleasant mood
Throw me some bones
No wrinkles are noted
No pain is seen
All that show are the little glitters
Caught by the eyes of the sun
And reflected to you
But what?
I am in ‘gyantra’ business?
How cool can that be?

If the vagina of my mind
Mates the penises of thinking
After engaging in romantic ideas
Tasting deep penetrations of failure
And howling in tears
As eyes of walls close to my tears
And conceive some successes
While you snore
After doing your literals at night
And studying my results and hypothesis
How should that be my sin?

Let your imaginations run
Like rabid dogs in chase
Creating for me customers of the night
I will gladly accept your minds’ gifts
As you derive pleasure
In my make-believe pornography
My only plea
Is you upgrade their class
And make sure I raise many a glass
And much wealth amass
Of course, for all my crimes
I will need a pass

I will take the ‘gyantra’ tag
At least it makes me a rag
Carried in fancied bags
I will take the ‘gyantra’ tag
And give it my understanding tag
‘Jumping across the fire’
Burnt or alive
I know some polishings will go on
With them, some smiles
A win win
You and your wild thoughts
I and my cool results
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) August 5, 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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