Heads vary in many competitive phases
But are same in unknown endings
Like fire, their hearts heat to shrink
Like ice, their heads freeze to explode
Little noise makes them jump
Ah! Obi ne stomach!
Wim wim wim!
II
Who will climb the golden stool?
Who will fall at the feet of defeat?
Who will receive the hails of reverence
And its associated curses of jealousy?
And who will be buried
And showered with pity?
The cheers!
The jeers!
The indifferent weirds!
Obi ne stomach!
Wim wim wim!
III
Will the umbrella break
By the winds of the elephant?
Or the elephant be pushed into the bush
By the flood of the umbrella?
Oh could the cockrel surprise to rise?
Obi ne stomach!
Wim wim wim!
IV
Be on standby
Life-saving ambulances
For the many hearts to cake and break
Be on reserve
Waters of life
For the many breaths to cease and wake
Be on the alert
Life saving police
For the many necks
Which would want to hang
Let all lifeguards guard their waters
In watch of the many who seek to drown
Pharmacist and herbalist
Guard your medicines!
Obi ne stomach! !
Wim wim wim wim!!!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) Dec. 7, 2016
Mum Cee 