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WHAT MUST COME ALWAYS COMES

Abura ntaawa
Mframa asaawa
Nsuo nsaasaawa
Ayirɛm kawa!

Ib
When fresh water lilies open their buds
…to taste sky waters
And running winds stand on their pates to pray their fate
As black clouds hug the chest of the sky
Eyes of dust wail
…praying to keep their existence
But alas! What must come always comes

II
When angry tides roll on a powerless sea
And mate powerful winds from wicked deserts
As imprisoned icebergs sit in the bars of underwaters
Hungry boats will break in two
What must come always comes

III
When forget-me-not meets Alzheimer’s disease
In a mind weary of power
At a dawn of sunset where a bright sun has turned red
Forgetfulness will mate fate to birth hatred
Because what must come always comes

IV
So hold the bull’s horns and face your crash
Forget the bubbles and get your splash
…if the sea asks for slaps of bets lost
Life gives what it gives when it wants
Nothing intercedes in the schedule of fate
…written for your timeline long before your birth
Eventually, what must come, always comes
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 27, 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. :)

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