EVENING BLUES

As akɔnɔ-bɔne rears its head
…asking to be fed
And this big bed brags side coldness
…in a tormenting sadness
I feel like plucking a commander on a power tree
…to whip him for my emotional fee

II
Why?
I sigh!
I too need security
And I have one with a surety
So why hold him with impunity
On a night when this weather acts shrew
…with my wings clipped
A night whose winds’ whispers act cruel
…with my feelings stripped
Agya Aban needs some whipping

III
Could it be,
Could it be Agya Aban, like a tyrant, scheduled my Gee
…while like an aboduaba, he’s cuddling his Dee?
Could it be,
Could it be he is in Nsɔkɔdɛ
…in a passionate nkɔmɔdɛ
…getting a desirable ahosɛpɛ
While I languish in this menkomeda
…this Kukuoda?

IV
This evening blues
Who is up for the sues?
Who can give me all the clues
To force Agya Aban to leave my Gee
…so I can do my dos?
Nkɔbesie!
Ahotɛsie!
Agrɔbesie!
Mfontomsie!
I wish words were warriors
To send swords with fiery chariots
To get Agya Aban to do the needful
So my untamed passions can be deedful
Agyawaadwo!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 5, 2026.