Once upon a time, Akokɔ always hunted Akroma mma
Making Akroma feel broken
That Akokɔ used her mma as its meal token
Putting her in moods which sadness had frozen

Akroma cried unto Nana Nyame
And he listened but asked for Akokɔ’s opinion
Akokɔ told Nana Nyame that she too dreaded her union
With her predators whose pecks hit hard like an iron

So Nana Nyame decided to call both to solve their nsɛmsɛm
And decided to swap their state
To let each taste the other’s fate
In order to quell the hate

Hardly had a day gone by did Akroma
Call on Nana Nyame to reverse it
She complained of how shame was eating her bit by bit
And how other animals haunted and had her hit

Akokɔ also brought her asɛm
How she wanted to go back to the sky
Because all humans do is lie
Only to deceive her into a pan to fry

But Nana Nyame was receiving ahomeɛ
So decided to let them be
So that he would less animosity see
In order to pay peace a fee

That is why Akroma still hunts for Akokɔ mma
And Akokɔ still lives domesticated
In its occasional murder, feeling so frustrated
And still thinks of Akroma, to this day, as one of the most hated
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 10, 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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