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​IN A FOOL’S HARDY

Once Kwaku Ananse met a Baboon

One who was fetching water with a basket from a river

At the feet of a mountain

Into a drum at the pate of the mountain

Out of pity for an artificial brain tiring a living body

He stopped to help

He called on the Baboon to use his pot

But then he rejected

With the excuse that the pot is too fragile

Agya Ananse asked when it started its chore

With a foresight of pointing to its futility

Baboon mentioned a week and a half

As to who ordered the chore

His partner at the farm on which only he worked into readiness

Baboon insisted the basket needed air

And that God will miraculously help fill the tank

If he worked in dedication

Agya Ananse realized, that the baboon loved its state

And had made its fate

Any attention to him tainted his sagehood

And so it was, that Ananse left Baboon

On his chore whose core point would be his death

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © October 6, 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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