​CUNNING SMILES

Eno Bowaa, Akusua Duku, Ama Afarewaa eeei!

Kofi Amoabeng, Opare Kusi, Agya Obuo eeei!

When the sun travels east in settlement each day

My thanksgiving becomes as tall as fading shadows

For your smiling teeth which held daggers in the dark

And worked on a battle with my back

II

Is it fair?

Is it fair that you pair my kindness with a cross

Meant for thousand Judases?

Is it fair?

Is it fair that you greet my right palm with your dirty feet

After feeding you in your haunting seat?

Is it fair?

Is it fair?

Is it fair that you plant a lion in my hen coop

When my eggs feed our town?

What philosophical madness holds spirits so vile

That its possession makes you drunk in hatred?

III

Eno ne Agyanom

I have landed on my buttocks at your feet

Kick with your feet or your sticks

Send your spittle to rain on my honour

Shoot your words like poisonous arrows 

To pierce the heart of my sanity

Blast any hope walking to my rescue with bombs of your falsehood

Otwereduampong is not a blind seer

Asaase Yaa is not a conniving mermaid who can cast a spell

To make you immortal

So use a gutter broom to sweep my importance

Life is but a clone of faults

Bouncing on walls of Karma

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 18, 2017