DRAGGED

There is one of me I know
But many of me than I wish to know
I try to live in a simple self
But many drag me like a magical elf
Why?
Just why?

II
See me see trouble
I live in a hot bubble
Some acquaintances call me childless
And see themselves as board members giving advices so endless
“Why don’t you give birth?
Who will replace you after your death?”
As if they’ll feed, clothe and care for my child after birth

III
Some are now self-appointed soul savers
They hound me with their ridiculous ‘life savers’
Forcing their “Adom Nyame” and others on me
When I clearly see the dupe they fail to see
So Satan sits still on my soul, they say

IV
Some are now my doctors
Telling me all things that go against my doctor’s
There is a great herbalist here
There is a good fetish there
There is a great healer here
There is a great helper there
Yet I see none as fair

V.
Then there are the “friends” fixing future fiances on me
Like bubbles which burst for them to see
None goes well but they still work in hope
That one day, I will end up on their marriage slope
I wonder why they think this is dope!

VI
Then there are the hushed gossips
Their voice shadows strumming at my steps
They so make others believe in their gossips
That I sometimes miss my steps
Some get to me but I still don’t care

VII
What of the educators who want me at the very top?
Few but I wish they’ll never stop
It seems those looking out for my children overshadow them
But I am glad I have them

VIII
Most of these people are know-me-nots
But have ideas about me straight from their lying cots
I still give them their silly slots
Because what am I without their lots?
A shell, an empty shell
…from an uninteresting hell
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Feb 8, 2023