From the suited to the naked
Stools to foot mats
From the loving to the hurting
The active to the sluggish
No mouth can sit idly for days
Without showing the absence of your handiwork
Because if we are vehicles
You’re our oil
If we are skies
You’re our silver linens
If we are seas
You’re our waters
Forever Arresting Risks Marking Emaciation and Ripping Souls
I can boldly say you’re our words
You fill satisfaction and help our brains to write alphabets
With our hearts
Before blessing ears and eyes
I will rightly say you’re gods and goddesses of our time
Many may not notice, but without you, nothing runs
Your products are the centre of our existence
A day is never enough for your celebration
Fishers of the best parts of humanity, ayekoo!
From kooko mankane to aburo
Amaango to kube
Ntoosi to atosodeɛ
Every thing you kill to wake bless us
And even help glorify your killed
Killers of thunders of stomachs!
Killers of hungering halitosis!
Does every tongue that look down on you while chewing,
Swallowing or drinking know the curses they dig on themselves?
Your every dirt should be our shrine!
Your every drop of sweat, our holy drops in watering!
We hail you!
We thank you!
We love you for being the basis of our locomotion!
The basis of our living!
And pray for your hands to forever stay strong through generations
To bless us in continuity
Akuafo Anyame, yɛ da mo ase o!!!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 7, 2018