I am a root
…a root whose burdening tree
…regards him not
…talk less of its branches
When my pate aches from their carriage
…but I still search the land
…to fetch water and food
…for their flourishing

I am like a follower
…that follower who is seen as shadow
…in my hard work
…and seen as a criminal
…in my abandoned duty
…or is it my sheltered night darkness?
What is this secondment role
…in this life stroll?

I am like the scrotum
…always backing the love soldier
…I can walk not fast
…lest I bump into my master
…and infuriate some of my meticulous mistresses by aiming a bite
Whoever made me an equal addition
…in my first creation
…surely bought woes for my toes

I am now the pickaxe
…mostly forgotten
…because of the fetching shovel
I am now the wind so infuriating
…even after chasing off monsters of insects
See how the air dances in her praises
…soothing for more comfort

There will come a time
…I will rebel!
There will come a time
… I will caution stems to vacate my pate
There will come a time
…I will act me and not the be
…doesn’t it rhyme with an annoying bee? Loved for its honey, hated for its sting!
I am in my demonstration to be noted
…or in this parental love voted!
I also deserve to be doted-
Noise upon noise
…on my goodness!
The gander and goose always go for hunting
…why do you keep mute
…upon the gander’s arrival
…and hail the goose‘s arrival
…simply because the latter held the game
…and brought it from its cloth
…to show to the world?

If nyankontɔn falls not on the earth
…where will you get the pumped water
…even from the irrigation machine?
Will the greens you see on the earth’s pate
…still be there?
Learn to unlearn the stern
…you’ve domesticated
For feelings abound not
…only in pinks
…but also in dark dark blues!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 15, 2019

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)


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