Kwaku Fosu always said he wanted to marry a white woman
He did say he disliked everything about a black woman
He who was brought up like a fowl being reared
He who roared even in conversations and was sorely feared
…by all

Kwaku Fosu did meet a nice white woman
And worshipped her in front of every black woman
Making many an eye red
Many stared
Wishing him a fall

He did marry the white woman
Jumping about and cursing at many a black woman
Making his mother scared
For she had a daughter who always angrily stared
And also answered to the black woman call

After the honeymoon, Kwaku did not understand the white woman
He asked for food from his white woman
And was told to prepare what he cared
…for, he insisted she had to cook, and she dared
…him to move her from the seat in the hall

Kwaku Fosu complained about the white woman
To his friends who each had a black woman
They all just, for a minute, stared
And laughed at him till he angrily teared
…up, at the mall

One asked if he didn’t know about the background of the white woman
And how different they are from the black woman
But another told him a man’s hands can be paired
…in domestic chores for the drama to be spared
So that marital love can stand tall

Fosu shouted like a wounded fan
As he screamed his regrets at marrying the white woman
One friend’s “remember the nice nice children you will have” could be heard
A quote from his past which reminded him of a folly that he nursed
As his “matter” was jokingly played like a ball

He could not believe the craze of his white woman
Who will wash not and clean not
He could not believe the guts of his white woman
Who sent him around like a kid bought
The traditional man in him took the fall

He could not tell his mother, the black woman
Neither could he tell his sister, also a black woman
Suicide is what he dared
Like a coward who staged to be saved from an animal snared
With his loud silent cries when his mother did call

An hour to the house of he and his white woman
Still saw him with a rope tied to the kitchen fan
Being begged by the shocked white woman
Who was trying to understand her man
From the door of the hall

His parents managed to appeal to the child in the man
To step off from the rope of the fan
As he fell to their feet and shared
All the ‘shame’ he had possibly beared
His white woman just stood like a wall

So she did pack and left the man
Who is still sore like a kicked empty can
And has still not found favour, till date, in eyes of any black woman in his village
As they all still treat him like sewage
…in a fancy stall
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © December 1, 2022

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. :)


Men can be fools. Seeking things they do not understand. Every place in our world is different. I dated black women in the USA. We were the same. Just soldiers seeking some happiness. All women are taught by their parent. Men want different. Sometimes, the different can be too much. You cannot be changed and the other person cannot be changed. Powerful words shared. Where I live, including my grandchildren. Are mixed black and white. The Detroit area been this way for 50 years.

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