Some call me a worm Some call me a poor pet Others call me an unbaked yam But I am the bread winner of my home II With opened mouths of 7 Waiting for the manna from my sweat I am like their goddess of harvest I am like the air they breathe I am […]
“Kokrokooooooo Ade akye oooo” The static bell of the cock in wake I ask: Are motherless children happy? Did they sleep well? Have they no fears? Fears of impending danger, Hunger, Thirst, Loneliness, Ridicule Forced labour? Are there many thinking of them? Are there many wanting to wipe their fears? Are there many to give […]
Abena thinks of a way to escape this mess called home. She looks on her right and on her left and sees her friends sleeping soundly. What is it they love about this place that makes them sleep without thoughts? This is the street. Girls die everyday without any one bothering to find out how. […]
He looks famished In tattered clothes As he holds his dog chains Waiting to be sales blessed But, oh, poor lad, I hear “aaba ei!” And he takes to his heels The bread seller trips him In her quest to escape And the uniformed helped him not to rise By letting his baton painfully talk […]
Then: No breast milk, no silk No cradling, no humming No squeezing, no perfuming No praying, no blessing No ‘prouding’, no loving No running around, no chastising No grounding, no hugging No complaining, just listening Just following, just indulging Just watching and wishing Now: Stomach rumbling and squeaking Swift aching and […]
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