This poem was first read at Radio Univers, university of Ghana. I have to apologise to any woman who may take offence, even in that i say that she should read fairly. I'm not used to doing this on my works. It is for the sake of a wider audience. I found it necessary as this is peculiar to my 'hood' and almost to my dear country. Enjoy it...
Girl child, sister child
Mother child, auntie child
Sack them from the homes to school
Dig the earth; hide the cooking pots
Let the men cook and wear skirts
The breasted wear trousers and quater shirts
Let us see the women's navel
And their foamy round things
They blatantly display the equator
Between their breast
It parades like a double barrelled gun
Now i hear they dance
Around metals in round acrobatics
Amongst thunderous sounds and blinking lights
Red, blue, white, yellow, black lights.
If and when we would decide to read poetry or a piece of discerning article a day, our world is, then headed for a change. No magic potion whatsoever: if there were, politicians would have used it a long time ago. Our mind is all that we have; the only exception to tricks of all corners and angles. Enjoy the luxury and peace of poetry...
1 comment:
nice piece! good write. and i sure love the imagery! not only as depicted by the words but in real for real as well.
peace to earth!
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