Our elders ask
Only one saw so who is the witness?
I am a victim of circumstance
One caught like an innocent antelope
In an unknown hunter’s trap
One set in a cage meant for an unknown
One substituted by chance with a lucky being
Protected well by a worldly antagonist whose apparel fits me now
In eyes of all including the law
I am a victim made culprit
They say God is all seeing
Why then can’t he be all saying?
Cutting thorns of deceit to free an innocent’s defeat?
They say God is all merciful
Does his mercy favour brutes and dishonour the virtuous?
They say He is all fair
May I doubt that without a blasphemous whip
Mythically chasing my soul?
These are the hardest times
Times when my body rots in a cage
As my dreams sit in rage
Times when I turn Jesus with a cross too heavy
Yet without Pharisees to nail my body into it for eternal sleep
What is worse?
Living like a ghost to see your kind live their dreams
And dying for others in just days to become a celebrity forever?
Oh that no one will mention me
Even in places where my placenta dwells
When I fall into the unreturnable hole in this sadness
Kills my trust in a super being
They said a life of another I took
When even that of a cock I am yet to book
They said the house of a prominent I shook
When I am yet to air that of my unknown enemies
They claim a presence at a time
When Samaritarianism called was my crime
Even my own got caught in support
As charges climbed ladders and stood like carpenters
Nailing me to this gaol
“Baako akohunu, dansefo ne hwan? “
I live here
I am wrinkling here
Days battling in height with night
Making me the silly audience
Oh how I wish time had wings
To fly me from this nightmare
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) June 27, 2017.