In your scented garden 
You left many flowers

Maybe for your precious lavenders

Maybe to heal foul scents

Maybe to sooth the thirst of precious birds in their prime

Maybe to multiply and beautify the land

But the harvesters of scents have been harvesting the nectar

Before they blossom to bless the temples of noses


The lavender harvesters now sit

Looking for perfected flowers to work with

And realize they are all scentless

Yet they stand tall

Their egos hanging as their badges of honour

Claiming no knowledge of the disaster

While stepping on the dead pride of all your fallen flowers

Whose teeth of thorns roar voiceless

In the death of their pride

Where are the eyes you left in watch?


How legs meant to protect have turned bees

Fetching nectars through unformed hymens

Beats my imagination

How those same pretentious legs

Search for full and ripe nectars to crown their egos

Sits on the thoughts of my mind 

How you, who sees it all, stand the pretention

Now acts like a dog, chasing the meat in my head


Your garden now reeks of filth

Your flowers turned mere weeds

Calling for your hoes even in fear of death

What kind of farmer at thou?

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia ©September 30, 2017

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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