Call Owusua and Akosua
Yaa Bruwaa, Ama Serwaa
Afia Adutwumwaa and Eno Boowaa
Selikem and Elikem
Hasana and Husna
To come to my compound now
I have seen the area pestle
Pounding and breaking mortars of our land!
Including the newly built, ones in building
And ones whose trees are in the watering stage
When two pestles clashed in Agyekumwaa’s compound
In just three minus two years back
Ei! I never knew eyes could do a 360° horror dance
As mouths spat only to drive the area asanka away
Poor mortar who had the capacity to contain several pestles even at once
Was never allowed a moment of peace
Until she wore the clothes of darkness
And took to her heels
Before another daylight
Holding a merciless mfeawa woke!!
So why is this ordinary pestle
Made from a baked kwaabrɛfrɛ
Parading the street like a hero?
Let’s chop him down
For firewood is a rare commodity of late!
Let’s burn him down!
Lest he takes little of all sicknesses,
Makes them grand
And distributes like a clueless manufacturer!
It could even be a bitter serving!
Let’s not watch like idiots,
Humming dissatisfaction in our choked oesophagus
As the unfair society sits solemnly
Like an elder who knows his fart would be blamed on the children!!!
Times have travelled and we must so move
Our eyes have been opened
We must close all zips hosting greedy snakes
To save our young generation from their venoms
If a monkey who works can be driven from bowls with meals
Surely, it should be easy for the baboon to be dismissed
With just a one-voice tool!!
What sweetens the goose surely will pamper tongues of the gander!!!
Now let’s get him…
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © July 31, 2018