Sometimes the story of a King excites not a kingdom
…like that of the village drunk
Because he sits where the sun shines most
…and sees not many below

The village drunk may be dirty
But privy to minds and hearts
…from all corners
And may even know of the cocroaches
…which hide in gutters
…their postures and fears

That same village drunk may have a vault of knowledge
From acting and being fearless
For robbers know him as nothing expensive
…and spirits fear his body odour
Do you think he interests dogs
…and night owls?
That’s why they show him their true selves

In a world like this
Where the more polished
…become ignorant of reality
While mastering written fantoms
Who is best to get the ink of a spirited writer
Between the king and the drunkard?

I sure won’t look at the king
If I want to see and know it all
For the darkness helps those below see atop
And the bright shine blinds higher ups
…preventing them from seeing below
But I sure will write about a king
Who takes time to step down
Stripping off his regal clothes
…to live the life of the drunk
…once in every little while
For that is the king who serves best
…those he governs
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 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. :)


😄😃😀😂🤣🤣. Nearly held by agbaa because of the believe that my family witchcraft won’t dare come close to Kwaku.
I believe they are polished off everything!
Fantastic work!

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