PREMPEH II

I sit here, like a tiny dirt
…being refined by you
If you were breathable, I couldn’t even touch your shirt
…let alone you
But you stand at one place
Pregnant with knowledge anyone can embrace

You give to millions in years uncountable
But none is to you accountable
Many of your tiny dirts
Have gone on to become people with untouchable shirts
Yet you stand here
Big, graceful, with movers on wheels
Visiting you without bills
Will you ever see the world?
Will you ever know Tech Junction with the legs of your own structure?

I weep for you
A know-all in a can’t-walk
I cry for you
A giver and no receiver
I sympathize with you
You who can create many
Who are not liable to better you
You could have been many a Doctor
You could have been many a lawyer
You could have been many an Engineer
You could have been many an architect
You could have been many a President
But you stand naked
…pregnant with knowledge
Rains disrespect you
Suns burn you
Winds throw dirt on you
Nights with you do flirt
Need I mention those who defile your presence with coital remains in the night
You have naught to give them fright
Days expose all of you
It is a pity you’re no Great Hall
It is a pity you’re no Republic Hall
It is o so a pity you’re no Independence Hall
All you are are a magnificent architecture
…situated in the belly of these great places
With a name of greatness long buried to speak for you

I do thank you however
For the places of rest you give
I hope you stand through winds
And rains
And suns
For many many many years
To help many travel the world with enlightenment
And never let disasters touch you
Let alone break your resolve
To touch your babies of knowledge
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © March 10, 2026.