I was a visitor
Never wanting to be inquisitive
But I ended up in their hall
…with no ear plugs
As Maame Duku watched in horror
The full “glamour” of her grandchildren
As they tell us of their grand outing
II
“I’ll never understand this
The heat and your layers of shrouds!
I’ll never ever be able to comprehend this!
Watching you heating your body
…and going out there to cook it in sweat
Before running into an office to cool down in a fridge
Yet you cry carbon hwanhwan
When you abuse technological diɛndiɛn
But you people claim you’re learned
III
Our forefathers measured our weather
And made mmerintama official
Brightening men and leaving shoulders
For air to bless bodies
Our foremothers were not stupid
Their kaba and slit
Were made light to work the heat
Their cover cloths always on standby
…to compliment in cold
Yet you put on clothes meant for snow
And you suffer draining sweats from hurts
Just to satisfy an absurd trend”
IV
Her grandchildren laugh
Calling her kolo
Before happily leaving in their roasting attires
As the sun peaks
My cup became my fiddle
Till the doors shut
…behind them
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 17, 2020
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