They say Afua Kumankomah
…called on Odomankomah bless Kwame Ankomah
For choosing her over Adomah
In front of all the people of Kromansah

They say her back barked to scare the air
…and even blinded eyes
…before her thanksgiving
Her chest was the prized home
…all hungry emotions fed from in fantasy
They say her face was like one carved on the birthday
…of the Ahunu abobirim himself
They say she had the wealthiest body
…in the whole of Kromansah

They say months travelled not many moons
The sun travelled not many nights
The moon lit not many dark nights
When Afua Kumankomah began to shrink
They say it was so swift
…the comparison would be like water sucked from its holding rubber
And it sent minds scampering in wonderland

They say she neither spoke nor yoked
…not with family
…nor with friends
But the worry written on her
…made a little mouse relocate
…to spy on her in her little fenced hut

Kwame Ankomah sat all day
…and the suma!
Foods never left his earthenware
…Ogidi agradaa never left his krowa,
…taking shiver possession of his hands,
So cooking fire sucked out the juices of Afua
Stress stole her beauty
Tiredness stole her senses

They say nights were the worst
Kwame Ankomah drilled and grilled
Kwame Ankomah mined and manned
Oh he heckled and suckled!
And when she resisted
He accused and abused her
…and then acted amused at her pain
After, he refused her sleep
…with his motorcading nose nkrɔmo horn
And with his aggression, suppressed her scorn

They say she went from sleeping on the flat floor
…of societal finger pointing
To sleeping on a rosy bed masking a thorn mattress
They say her shame came from the threats
…that a cat gave the spying mouse
…as the mouse’s fret gave way to its mouth’s diarrhea
They say a dog stood close by, heard and barked
And that was how the whole village heard of her ordeal

They say she took her pot
…and headed for the stream
Only for the village to hear Akosua Duku’s screams
Even Asuo Arija vomited her out of its belly
To the rocks of its shores
They say it was the worse day for womanhood
As her adagya laid in front of Arija
Revealing it all to the strong and struggling suja

They continued their say
But my ears spat out the rest
They will always have a say
They will always report a say
They will always shoot a say
They will always cry a say
But never remember their said
…which directed deeds to feed their saying
And they always make their saying the judge of their subjects
Such sad suckers!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © October 24, 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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