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POETRY

THE FIRE STATION

He says he has an active fire station
…one where fire engines of pleasure are kept
He says he has a vibrant fire station
…one where vehicles of tickles are stored
He says he has a yummy fire station
…its working hoses posed to show doses of loses
…of champions
But the cantankerous Abena Freda stands a deviant
Claiming age a ladder so high for his station

II
He says he can light a fire to burn the ladder
And pluck the age to get a par
He says he has a pocket to make a rocket
…and can be the socket to light her needs
He even horns his ambulance
…to show his preparedness
…in times of station fatigue
But Abena Freda still acts a stand at her grounds
…in the face of her friends

III
She stands her lies
Even when she runs when he appears
And hides
…like a common criminal
Even when she worries at his hunger
And sorries at his hurts
Even when she stutters at her denials
And constantly watches
…for his appearances
Abena still lies
…alibied by a shadow, miles downhill

IV
And she tickles herself with a learning
Claiming her place in a future race
…of many a rich
And she calls her friends unlearning
For calling out her yearning
Abena Freda will taste the fire station
…it seems
But her libilibi labalaba clouds a certainty

V
And eyes are here
Awaiting the fears of her shyness
…when her pleasures finally touch base
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 24, 2020

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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