Once upon a time, an asoridan mu akura
Boasted that he had the protection of asɔre abura
And so nothing would befall it
Even if the worst problem tried to hit it

Some of his friends tried to tell him adwobrɛw
But he shoved them off with “mo yɛ mrɛw”
And went on to run his mouth
Until his words went south

His voice attracted agya agyinamoa
Who traced it to the church like a tiptoeing Kwaku Amoa
Who has perfected walking without sound
When he is, in his bad deeds, duty bound

He found akura amidst the asɔfoɔ
Who wanted to act as n’abɔboɔ
But saw the many many eyes
Which watched them from their stages high

So they let go of the agyinamoa
To hunt akura and make him his akoa
Silencing a voice which bragged and taunted
And freeing the voices hitherto so haunted
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 16, 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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