DEAR GOSSIP OF MY LIFE

I write this letter in mock reverence of your time
You whose mountains of problems hang thorns and stumps
On the trees of your dreams
Making the closure of your eyes nightmarish
And the mattress of your bed hellish
Yet find time to look keenly at my strides
With eagle eyes when your hawk eyes fail
In reportage like an international reporter with no known portfolio
If only you knew freelancing gossips receive no pay checks!!!

II
I hold my earthenware just as you do
If the phantom legs you find dining in mine irks you so
Try looking for royal hands to dine in yours
Odomankomah is not a partial being
That is why you have yours and I have mine
Be no ostrich in a giraffe wannabe
For I am no course with a rewarding certificate

Make me not your sky

For my brightness might you blind

And my fertile rains might you drown

III
If the junction of my waist
Is the catalyst for my climb
By all means do plant a station near yours
To get busy to at least see you in your eyes instead of my reflection by the unstable sun
For my behind’s attraction can make you a hopeless addict
My work’s impact may make you a bitter tool
Which would end up working up fools to you destroy
You are too expensive to employ yourself as my reader

III
None will serve you songs of thanksgiving
For serving me on palatable plates to mouths through ears
You know even kola nuts of reference
Put in guns of “who told you?”
And directed at you may even cause you to dodge
Like an unskilled goalkeeper being threatened by a knife-wielding ball
Do I deserve such an honour of stardom on the stage of your priceless time?

IV
I am no seed to be planted into your harvest
No savings to yield for you huge dividends
No business to get you huge profits
No skill to get you fame
No food to feed your hunger
No water to quench your thirst
No doll for your fulfilling entertainment
And certainly no visa to get you a green card
Into hearts of others
I am simply a you in trying lifedom
So please take a cue
For this little time I used to look back at you
May definitely be all that I can spare
After feeling the unharming fires of your rumours
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia Β© April 3, 2018

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