Don't go away in the hardest bitterness
regardless of the losses
'coz if you do, the immeasurable sacrificial profits
would be the furthest bargain on this journey.
We have come too far
to let it slip us by
We have chuckled to the twisted voices
that set a porn of fall before us
We have walked on thorns
on the bare of our feet
and left no prints in the sands of time
We were gifted a prickly fallow land
to grow seeds into plucking fruits
and we prayed in our ignorance for rains
but it still yielded an unquenchable harvest.
But hey! We moved on.
For we knew the storms would come
but it wouldn’t rain forever.
We have shared tears in its flood
that no one would have wished unto himself
We have been strong outside
but stayed poor in our hearts
though we knew this journey was not meant for the weak.
We all have stories
but some are too sad
as we lived as corpses
‘coz dry bones
were summoned unto our already malnourished meal
by unseen spirits of uncommon faith.
We feared we could die along the way
'coz we were strangers at the crossroad
with midnight shivers and anxiety over wizardry claps
We smelt leaves us stray dogs
just to find health in our worst sickness.
We walked, run, fasted and fainted
and had deep scars on our legs
which has made us gain experiences
to the secrets of a premature fall.
We found happiness
in a rest under leaking roofs
made of bamboos and palm branches.
We paddled canoes across rivers to school
which was an art to behold.
Our days were poor
As we were always busy fixing our fears.
Nights brought anticipated hunger
as our belief kept fading and mourning
like the old woman without a perpetual language
But hey! We just had to keep fighting
in the midst of the deceptive hug of the sea
and smiled in the moment once we had life
the dream, is so Close in our Never Give-up box to shut it.
Michael Kwaku Kesse Somuah
Aka Poet et Cetera
13 July, 2020