You walked in on a Wednesday
…like a win
And had your body toured thoroughly on a Thursday like a triumph
You had many fry on a Friday
…to gift their tongues the feelings of your welcome
Elders sat on a Saturday
…to sift through names of saints
The sun sang loudly on a Sunday
…to dry the scare of slimes
You were called a man on a Monday
…to certify you as the first man of the new house
As birds took over with tunes on a Tuesday
…to tell tales of your birth
Three decades on and I am blessed to hear the song
…the song of your heart

It calls out to me from the skies
…magnetizing me through the ears
It drums hard on my heart
…like a professional
Calling me close to build a home
It forces my heart to dance like a trained
…promising a lifetime plate with happy delicacies
It’s amazing how none hears
…but me
It’s surprising how none hears
…hears the song of your heart
…but me
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 5, 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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