I AM FROM

I am from a land whose hair is gold

Chin is salt

Stomach is petroleum

And feet are rocks

I am from the heart of the strong

II

I am from a land boxed by colonialism

But with a strength which broke free

And stands in the wrestling ring with corruption

A country whose women have seen it all

Beauty for tags

Success for witchcraft

Barrenness for accursed

But still stand as the glue of families

Outshining their labels and harvesting reverence

III

I am from a home with wise breasts

So sucked respect from the nipples of customs

Sucked care from the breast milk of our conventions

Sucked hospitality from the mouth of nature

While holding the feet of our elders

Preparing for better succession

IV

Here, elephants live in respect of beings

Lions live in care with us

Crocodiles watch from distances so do pythons

As warthogs welcome us into meditation

When we reach the arms of Mole

V

Here

We hail our ancestors in the protection of our nature

We kneel at the feet of the almighty to cry for worth, life and protection

As the created of our creator

Here, we laugh from the bottom of our souls

A land where loneliness is banished by brotherliness

Sisterhood

And relations

I am from the sitting place of the sun

Where sun rays have been weaved into my crown

And moons lead in mischievous dark nights

I am from

I am proudly from

I am so proudly from

Ghana, nursed from the navel of the Gold Coast

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © October 29, 2017