There
On the threshold of my fate
Lie the perfect gait
Calculated steps
Fitted shoes
And keys to answers to puzzles tricky
And ready to block in lock
I know
And rush not
For I am too special to run
II
None knew Agya Ananse
In its fragile and slimy state
Could be the star of Gold Coast folktales
And be the lesson to great lions
Elephants
And all citizens of the animal kingdom
Adding fun in wits
Class in the mass
Inciting fear even from the rear
So I live like a seed in growth
Every stage being too special
For I am too special to run
III
There are those
Who run
Carried by the passing wind
And dropped from the top
Like wrappers of the real ishes
All their wishes dishes of clichés
Fermented and made the yoke of jokes broken from shells of passing fun
Oh no
I sure won’t run
I am too special to
IV
What about those who sit
In pushy kaba and slit
Poisoning minds, their spit
Hovering, always their bit
Until their chits get to their pits
Of course they then call quits
Forgetting previous hits
I can’t in those fit
Why?
I am too special to leap before the walk
V
God’s time for each is set
Mine needs no bet
So what I dislike is to fret
Time will drop what I get
In my hardwork net
All others will be added pets
So why run?
I sure am too special to
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 28th August, 2016
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