When salt sellers hear of rain
On open market days
They flip and trip and slip to pray
But a farmer waiting to farm gives praises to his maker
II
We are in a world where same buildings welcome infant cries
And send off living souls
A reflection of virtues and vices
Staring eachother in the faces
Celebrations and mourning
Laughter and tears
Boldness and fears
Successes staring straight at defeats
Unthinkables walking in the world of brains
III
Same position can be celebrated or forfeited in bitterness
The latter from promotion
The former from demotion
It is a world where lizards envy butterflies
Knowing how fragile they are
And eagles envy fowls for their easy lives
Knowing they are occasional delicacies
IV
Isn’t it problematic
When the sun envies the moon
For its gentility knowing it works harder
To battle darkness?
Isn’t it even more problematic when the moon covets the sun
Knowing it burns to settle
In an already clear day?
It is a world filled with contrasts
Each leg wishing to be in another’s ground
Knowing not the thorns, fires, broken bottles
The other painstakingly hides
We are beings fighting their shadows
In this contrasting realm
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 26, March, 2017.
Mum Cee 