Under Legon Bridge: Open Air Theatre

Under Legon1 Bridge, we shall meet:
A conglomerate of incarnated poetic species
spitting proud lines of Spoken Word witty speeches.
"But come, I hear the bridge is dead"
"No. They say a road run through the Bridge's spine
But the symbol remains for us left
Protecting what left shred we share with palm wine,
then it becomes whole."
"True: We become whole
The structure we shall continue remembering,
its shadows lurk still in our minds kicking"
"You talk abstract, of cognitive substances.
Really, that road must be such a succubus
to leave our Bridge possessed, non-existent.
So we cross the road for koose2
That girl from Nima remembers Kwesi's hooey."
"Well... No offence. That was not nonsense.
I think Kwesi was serious and raw"
"What do you call a hoax?
Some friendly cunning or a soft-faced tenacity"
"Don't know. Our koose may be of such brevity."
It comes hot at last.

1 A city in Accra, Ghana
2 Food made from milled beans and fried.