Akilakpa never regarded his Ghana
…while he lived in its womb
He dreamt of a land with a forever mild air conditioning
…where sweat is nil
For he had heard the grass is green in Ghana
But in that land
…the land ranges from greener to greenest

He couldn’t wait to shed his Ghanaian clothing
…to embrace a Yankee tag
He couldn’t wait to be called a borga
…and so sold all he had for a visa
He got in his dream land
…after his tenth try
The hymns which garnished his praises
…the worship songs which embraced his thanksgiving
…can be described by no mouth
He thought he had arrived

He reached Yankee at a time when summer was struggling to die
…to birth winter
He enjoyed the mild fingers of the sun
…loved the courting massages of the air
…not knowing it preceeded winds with slaps
2019 was a great year for Akilakpa
…he thought
While stuck in his friend’s basement

He started to work as a construction worker
…breaking bricks and carrying things thought donkey work
…shook his happiness
Still, the heavy dollars satisfied him
He thought of a plan to gain citizenship
…and he wove that plan as a meticulous bird weaves its nest

Akilakpa started going to Gay Clubs
…he knew just what to do to get what he wanted
He thought of his mother and sisters at home
…and shed his manly attitude for their feminine
If the eyes of his new state were real
…they would have seen his exaggerated gayness
But alas!
He cried for the family which did not want him
He spoke bitterly about the people who wanted to lynch him
He begged frantically for Yankee to accept him
…to save his life
And they did
…giving him citizen status as a Christmas gift in December 2019

Winter came with its mass whip
Fetching his veins and freezing his testicles
He asked why humans lived in refrigerators
…and shook even in heavy clothes
…clothes heavier than the biggest bunch of firewood
…he carried in his land of birth
Few days into his citizenship
…regrets started knocking on the door of his conscience
He thought of things to do to reverse his state
…but saw none
For he had burned his Ghanaian passport in his celebration of the new
So he worked in winter
…gritting his teeth and nursing a wound of hatred
…for all those who presented the bitter borga life as palatable
Annoyingly, men kept hitting on him
…forcing his butthole to need protection
Women kept toying with him like he was their sister
The national news he made destroyed his real sexuality

Just when he was getting ready to come to terms with it
…Wuhan happened
Some credited a live bat meat
…others, a vengeance by a powerful nation
Whatever it was,
…it left China and attacked others including his Yankee
“Will I stay here to die? Never!” He thought
He thought of going back home
…but feared the scandal of his lies
Especially after Ghana closed its borders
…and only opened its arms to welcome its citizens
…and those with living permits

He bought a ticket to Togo
…and tried to enter Ghana through Togo Aflao
But was caught and sent back
…by the vigilant Police who had been cured of bribery and corruption
…thanks to Sister Rona
Akilakpa decided to pass through the bush road
…in his search for freedom and safety
…like a mouse crossing through a city of cats
Sadly, robbers took all the dollars and belongings he’d toiled to gain
They recognized him as the self proclaimed gay man
…and drilled his butthole till it badly bled

How the media got hold of his sorry story
…and had pictures of him in his clothless state
…is still a mystery
Shame added on his rape
…forcing Akilakpa to bite his tongue
…to his death
At the Tamale Teaching Hospital
…where transfers upon transfers had finally sent him
His mother and two sisters
…were the only witnesses to his burial
His poor father who felt betrayed by his gay status
…never forgave him because he knew his plans as legitimate
And so it was that Akilakpa got punished even after death
Oh woes of Akilakpa!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © March 20, 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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