Kwaku Manu saw the struggling plant
…in its dying can’t
Realized it could grow into fruition
If it got all the needed care and nutrition
So he watered it
Made sure it was fit
Protected it from pests
And fenced it from animals

No head was in sight when he worked
No hand extended a shade as he worked
But the moment the plant started to fruit
A hand clapped as a mouth shouted
A tongue wagged as a foot stomped
Claiming ownership of the plant

Frimpong Manson said she planted it
By pouring its seed on the dump
Knowing it was fertile enough to grow it
Forgetting no plant could grow in that place
Without a helping hand
But society rallied behind her
To deprive Kwaku Manu
…of his rightful harvest
This is a mirror of human parenting
One so horrid like a rotten rag
Yet it is the handkerchiefs of shameless societies
Who use them to sing and dance to
…the hallelujahs of hypocrisy
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia Β© July 23, 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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