​AS MY YEARS TRAVEL

(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

II

The biggest captain being achievements

Co-captained by failures

All curious as to the shrouded steps left

To the hungry hole of endings

III

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

IV

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? 

V

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?

VI

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? 

VII

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.