GULPING SQUEEZEOHOLICS

Meet me there
There
At the blue kiosk right by the street of Nyansakrom
For sips of sympathies which sink unfairness in oceans of insanities

II
Meet me there
There
To fathom with the power of kabi kyerɛ w’ase
Why thoughts of society seem more complex than man
Man who is their sole author

III
Meet me there
There, at the blue kiosk wearing socks of dust
To dig beneath bottles of dead egos
For hidden fears
Which drive needs in vehicular materialism
Causing accidents of victimization through overtaking and wrong turns

In a nation of love

IV
Meet me there
There, in that small blue kiosk pregnant with power
To change our walking styles to suit societal morsels
Fit for a night
To change perceptions from serious to comic
Won’t it break some of these chains of pleasing insanities?

V
If we meet there
Bring your calabash of failure for breaking punishment
After all following the crowd to sip on calabashes of dirt gives life
Come let us wash our uprightness
And wear new clothes of skepticism
Funny how thoughts can make one drunk
Before blue kiosk’s power
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 14, 2018