It is true that an animal which bites
…surely got through your cloth
…onto your skin
Such was the case in the busy town of Krowiah

Akowiah is the favorite uncle of Asa
And the best brother to Aba
He buys all the favorite toys
…for all the girls and boys
And buys all the sweet candies and dresses
…for Asa making sure none messes
…with her
All think he loves her

But age sees him taking advantage
As of her thirteenth page
Carnally knowing her to her despair
With none with an opening of trust to hear her
As he paints scenarios of their perfect picture
…pushing off the notion of he being a pleasure leacher
Sinking the energy of Asa into that of an introvert
Drowning her positive self who was an extrovert

She takes seed
She who never goes out even to friendships feed
Only for people to wonder the ghosts
…which planted in her coast
But Akowiah slips unmentionable pills into her drink
And pushes her off death’s brink
Severing a shameful link
This never dying story is three decades old
But its rawness never gets cold

Now old and wrinkly wearing sadness
He cries for his daughter who lies motionless
After her maternal uncle used her like he used Asa
Now calling for forgiveness from Aba
He feels the pain he inflicted
Having been triggered as the afflicted
He now knows what hearts go through
In the heat of a sorrowful blue
Karma and its drama surely hammering
As rumours wear shoes of a murmuring
Families are breaking apart from the inns
After pushing themselves in hurt bins
Thanks to dubious dings
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia Β© February 25, 2021

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. :)

4 replies on “SADDLED WITH GUILT”

How interestingly tragic life can be! One gets to know how their deeds taste only when they’re served with the same dish in the same or similar plate.

Nice narrative poem, Mum Cee!

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