Who fails to thank the landlord
Is worse than the worst of sneaking snakes
Ananafo mu Nana! Kokromoti a yensan wo ho mbɔ pɔ”
I serve my thanksgiving in the plate of my being
You built these bones as builders use stones
You laid these veins as plumbers lay pipes
You wired these pores as electricians wire their houses
Carved this being as carvers carve their best crafts
And connected your living magic to turn me on life
Like a magic television
With freedom in mobility and will
As I bridge storms and cross mountains
You hold on to my saving rope
To open the gates of another day with a flower of hope
Erasing my disgusting moping
Turning my past hurts into present jokes
How do I neglect your thanksgiving?
You are that one wall which never shakes
You are that one love that never breaks!
You are that one sky which always clears
You are the permanent tunnel which never clogs
You are the breath tree which never dies
Nor succumbs to any form of cutting
“Awura mu Owura!
Ahenfo mu Ɔhene!
Animdeɛfo mu Nimdeɛfo!”
I say thank you from the beginning of my thread of life
Through its lighting till its wick burns out!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 15th October, 2017