YENOM

A.
I
I buy the cars
…and gain fame in bars
I can be in jars
And cause traumas with wars
I
I can change paupers with swags
And break relationships with nags
I am who I am with ‘n’ as my middle letter
You can peg me with a niddle, I bet
But I don’t break any sweat
I can suffer depending on my punisher and state
And I can be looked down upon depending on my rate
But I am in most materialistic baits

B.
I
I force people to listen
I can make common gravels glisten
I give human wings in skies where clouds frown
And can change white egos to the colour brown
I
I can make a king a clown
No errand is too difficult in my name
I am the magic of those in situations tragic
Which ugly duckling can’t I turn into a dame?
I
I am the class in ‘classic’
Even my presence can force projects which are static
To run like athletes on smooth fields
I
I am the ish in my more
And the core of many a law
Even those gods have marked to kill, I may be able to protect them with my many shields
But send me on a poor errand
And I will turn against you and fall ‘for your hand’

III
I sometimes seem serene and sacred
I sometimes seem wicked and make many eyes “red”
I have caused many deaths
I am the centre of many wealths
My last letter is “y”
I have many names
And have been used in many games
Akans call me sika
Dagombas call me laare
Ewes call me ɛga
Gas call me shika
Your life’s essence depends on how much of me you have
I am but pieces of decorated papers called the Almighty money
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © November 21