I OWE YOU NOTHING

There is a laughter building up in the grounds of my stomach
Laughter which needs thousand voices of lionesses
To bring its intensity to ears
Whose mouths are shamelessly asking
Asking for a family building when they know
I just arrived from a war after losing a castle
A castle which was bombed after a fierce and long struggle
And I thought they’d know better

II
I owe you nothing!
Nothing at all
Not my pleasure and my time
Neither my winking nor my tickling
Not an announcing belly talk less of a tiring weakness
Neither an expected cry nor an honouring suckle
I so owe you none
Nothing at all!

III
I have taken the reigns of this horse I see in the mirror
This horse ridden by opinions into unions which bore nothing but pain
I have taken the reigns of this chariot
This chariot which carried more burdens than it could take
I am taking my time to wait for death’s call
Attending to cravings of delicacies hitherto neglected
Attending to yearnings of travelling left in past skies of fantasies
And gathering drops of pure laughter to use as makeup
When hidden challenges punch in unexpectedness
I owe you nothing, you and I know
Nothing at all!
So stop pestering!
You nosy trouble makers
Whose footsteps vanish after your handiworks!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 16, 2019