(In celebration and reflection on my birthday)
As my years travel the world
Questions act like soldier ants
Who have chanced upon a loot
In a land of famine
The biggest captain being achievements
Co-captained by failures
All curious as to the shrouded steps left
To the hungry hole of endings
The frightful words of holy books
Stand with their fiery canes ready as hell’s cooks
Who can beat the holiest trait which act rag before the ultimate judge?
Definitely not a lightweight like me without gloves
In Satan’s boxing ring
Many experiences still hide deep
As untapped minerals hidden in unexplored realms
Many delicacies hang on trees of cook books
Taunting this tongue whose hands are still short
Enough to reach
Will it ever reach its mark
Before the body mates ice
At the cue of the mysterious one
Who shares the “odomankoma” title with God himself?
What about toes which have scars
Traced to my high heels?
Those the sun of my day helped me visualize
And those fearfully hidden by my cruel shadows?
How many surprises will jump to my slap
When I stand in the judgement box of oblivion?
The celebration is icing on a rotting cake
Every day punching muscles into weakness
Every month deepening circles around failing sights
Every year sipping colour from battling hairs
Will dancing fill the blanks of this truths?
As my years travel
Humility mask gratefulness
Which in turn mask sadness
In a heart which thinks realities
In a typhoon where fruits dance together with hidden stones
On mysterious trees
Which unfairly set the run of blindfold
In their enjoyment of soul hunting
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 21st June, 2017.