AN ODE TO YOUNGER SELF

I stand here and turn back
To look at the you who fell into the rot of poverty
From a pot that needed you not
…and a rain which only fell for pleasure
…and fled to hide into some small pores on the earth
Today I marvel at your strength

II
I stand here and watch you sent off
To an unknown house hosting cold hearts
Who turned you into a little dog
Always to obey lest you forgo even the unneeded bones
Fear, always your companion
Shivers, always your friend
As witchcraft described you to their unkind content
And I wonder the star that filled your shine

III
Need I mention the hunger
…that wheeled you from one sleepless night onto another?
That you only thought of the pangs of others
And not the roars and bites in your grumbling stomach
And stood like a knightess
…to work even in your pitiable frame
Is only a mystery!
Abena Amoafowaa, you are one of the mastered made mystery
…ever to grace history!

IV
The cold whips of street air
The hunting fear of street monsters
The heavy weight of minerals and malt
The heavy taunt of servitude
None broke your resolve
You were firm like Afadjato
And wise like no other
You wandered in wonderment
Dragging your weight and all others
Through the desert paths of enlightenment
Paying your dues and theirs with your sweats
Until Agowa held you from a fall of breakage
One would’ve thought your peace was born
But you knew a beginner’s path when you saw it
How intelligent you were!

V
When the winds of sicknesses bit your seed
Even before your merits coughed little fees
You stood taller than all
Adding to the weighing burden that already existed
Mothering a set through, watched by betters of dirts
Can any measure your coolness Eno Amoafowaa?

VI
You fought like a lioness
Traveled like an eagle
You indefatigably worked like a multitude
Shedding drowning tears when need be
Beating sleep and its rule breaking sicknesses
…to save
Although you lost in a painful blow
You won the admiration of the heavens
The earth and even the hells
For going through it all like a born soldier
Never giving up even in a day
Yours is a bigger heart than all!

VII
This refined me
Sailed with the winds of your pains
This almost accomplished me
Swam through the seas of your tears to the shores of fascination
This respected me
Healed because of your torture
This comfortable me
Traveled through your war with clouds
How can I ever repay the warrior
Who served, pushed this queen here
…and is left in the past?
If any mouth can put words together to spell your awesomeness
Young Amoafowaa,
That mouth will deserve a medal of honour
From non less than Odomankomah himself

VIII
I’m fed thanks to your hunger
I can laugh because of your fountains of tears
I am revered thanks to the many struggles you suffered
I’m studied thanks to your diligent studies
I’m well dressed thanks to your tatters
I’m everything fair humility offers
Thanks to the nothingness you rocked
Wow!
Ɔdɔ, is there any like you?

IX
You’re all the awesome words a great dictionary holds
…and will forever roll in
You’re all the stars the brightest night sky can host
Added to its moon
You’re one of the best suns the world will know
You’re evergreen and ever bright
Your fiery spirit and your fearless soul,
Your determined body and your brilliant mind,
Your awesome discernment and your loving heart
…even in your many storms,
Gifted me this peace I feel today
Abena Sefa Amoafowaa Jemremedua
…Mansah Tawiah
Receive all your accolades for the great work done
For you’re a stone child and you’ll forever be the basis of my greatness!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © October 4, 2019

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