Koo Kum anticipated and anticipated
Like a villager promised a city tour
His crown being his foolish grin
When he thought of his awesome spin
On top of the heavenly angel
Whose beauty had consumed
All her gargantuan flaws
In his eyes

Mere fantasies made him drool
His perfect words
Manly looks
Controlling initiation
Rewarding sounds
And perfect poundings
Nothing went wrong in the land
Of his make belief
Boosting his confidence

Finally he was joining the table of men
To dine in the pot
Age had cooked into heated cold
Switching to perfection with the mood
Yaa Afranso, his deary dear

Who cared how many hands
Eat from her heavenly pot?
Who cared about her ‘akolomia’ legs?
Who cared about her infested sofas
Arrested by rot from avenging foods
Which had suffered years of butchering
Grinding and swallowing
From the little toffee
God gave her to invest in her growth?
Even she turning an ‘opremire’
To shed her skin in multicolism
Bloated his yam tuber
Buried deep in the land of his apparels
Making it the visible snake in daylight

Then the day which had travelled
Through time’s bridal walk arrived
Hailed by his enthusiasm
Dark room, he thought, was best
As none must see to know
Until after he had conquered his task
All preparations packed their bags
And left with his vigour
But Yaa Afranso won’t let go of his soil
She dug into his land and easily uprooted his tuber
Her foul aromatic meal
Arresting his nose with sharpness
Whipping him to reach for the switch
Flood of light showed all the dancing viruses and germs
Hiding in her smile
His bloated tuber already forcefully stirring her meal
Lost its air in action
Causing him to call on God
The one person he hid from to get this far
But He showed his mercilessness with His quietude
And Koo Kum mentally buried his tuber forever

And so it was
That Koo Kum became the Tuesday weeder
Chased by angry sleepy gods
In his beloved home ground
Attracting giggles from maidens
Who bought the tall tales of Afranso
With their hard earned time
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c)9th August 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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