THIS GENDER WAR

Afia Brago says men are like pigs
…touch them once and you see the rigs
They will steal your soul
…and turn you into an empty bowl
They will drain your peace
…and send your happiness to tormenting bees
Afia says a man connection will swallow you whole
But she lives with a man
She forgot the “some” in her ban
So is Akua living as a tormented and peaceless can?

II
Adwoa Brago says men are like her money bags
… especially rich married men with many styles of shags
She believes women who build with men are like sheep and fools
…and always end up as rusty tools
So she goes in to take
…opens her legs to rake
…licks with her tongue to make-
…it, and watches those women turn used bulls
…and be soul-killed by the trusted-fools she turns into fools
I wonder when her resolve will surrender
Because nothing seems to her quest hinder

III
Yaa Mframa says men are like free flowing air
They cool your environment and body in their share
But marriage turns them into air, trapped in an empty heated pan
…and will eventually air-fry you to eventually frustration bake
So she wears her long skirts
And she wears her long shirts
…hiding her beautiful figure from men
…while her attention is gifted to her books

IV
Ama is the quintessential wife
…whose husband is her life
She does everything for him
… including worshipping him
And swears by the gods that he is the very best man
…God created specially for her
Talata laughs at her all the time
…knowing the said man is like a hare, chasing after her
Such a loyalty crime!

V.
Then there is that handsome faithful man
Who is hailed for being the perfect Godsent of Efua
…who sees him as a shrimp
And has friends who tag him as a simp
Many of her friends who have made advances towards him
…also tag him as a Tuesday weeder
Themselves being many a crass-feeder
Oh the wanting never getting
And the getting never wanting
God must be frustratingly shouting!

VI
There are White women loving Black men
…and hating on Black women
There are Black women loving White men
…and hating on Black men and women
And there are those loving without a care to colour
Still White men hate the most
…calling their White women mudsharks
..tagging the Black men monkeys and tail-sharks
Always putting the women on their roast
…just because of their men’s colour
Do I need to mention the many a battling colour?

VII
Then there are Gift and Kwesi who live like one
…loving and being each other’s fans
There are Akos and Mensah living and hitting each other
Always nursing after making it up to each other
There are also the many men of Afia Sika
The girl who loves wearing many a short nika
And there are the men playing many girls like field soccer
The ashawo-man-dems
…singing happy anthems
Saying STDs are phantoms
There is the former ashawo turned street preacher
Claiming her sins have made her a moral teacher
There are those with higher studies
…who live with happiness in their own bodies
…teaching many a naive and broken hearted how to be hardened shoddies
They get the most shamed by men
Through it all, I stand as a me
Loving when love sees me
Worried if this field will ever peace be
Looking for a level ground
But still none is found


VIII
I wish I live to see a day
When all will get to have their say
And if that day comes here to stay
Let love truly find a way
So none will ever go astray
To muddling this here coupling hay
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 15, 2026.