Abena Gyamfua

  She was six years old when she left home, Toiling and struggling in the creepy streets. Looking and begging for a shelter No one was available to sympathise with her How lonely and miserable it felt and how scary the night was. Being afraid of the night, she only slept in the day. The streets were unsanitary. Undoubtedly, she eventually turned into a man-made stunk. Unlike others, every meal which she barely took was a feast. She fought over leftover foods with dogs and rats just to get something to munch on. Rarely was she ever looked at She watched people walk down the streets with their fancy dresses and shoes, Pathetic teenagers trying to find love,  Marriages getting broken,  Young sons and daughters cursing their own parents, Ungrateful people complaining about their everyday life, People having sexual affairs on the road, Robbers discussing their plans and wives plotting against their own husbands. It hurts to witness the more privileged in society throw out thei...

I sent a message tonight I said I don't care if you respond  But I am still here waiting for your reply. Don't make it too hard You haven't been off for that long? Why don't you just come online? Then, I will know you are mad at me. Don't go too far from home I won't come searching for you Stay in nearby shops  When I spot you there, I will lie it was such a coincident Please turn your phone on, My last message reads, "I am sorry."

  Life without a job feels pretty amazing from the start having to do literally nothing just texting friends, eating,  watching TV and sleeping.  Sleeping felt ideal,  Eating felt satisfying,  Texting friends felt fun and awesome, Watching all the different seasons of TV shows felt interesting and desirable . But then, I realise I was dying each day as the sun rose and set. My face lost its juice and my tongue felt slimy , My underarm left an univiting stench , My baby brothers had grown lean and pale , I looked down at myself and realised how a monster I have grown, A monster in the form of a sister who starved her own brothers.  I started to blame life, Then it hit me hard, Maybe, the problem is,"LIFE WITHOUT A JOB ". Even though, life with a job will harness stress but it would be better off than being in a mess.  I wouldn't even wait for the cock to crow or the sun to rise before starting my chores, It would have felt great for everyone to wake up ...

Hail be to Green,  True symbolism of Growth,  Blessed be unto Green,  It vigorously represents nature's vegetation.  Minerals lift your name up high,  Emerald can testify to this.  You are not the sky, waters nor seas,  Neither are you the sun.  Some creatures of the sky and waters  couldn't afford to lose you. Their feathers and scales bear witness. You continue to be mystical, You even found your way to our clothing and foods, Your gender is still being questioned, One thing I figured about you is concluding that  you could be the son or daughter of yellow and blue.

  If I ever knew there was Jesus,  It was because you were there in my crisis.  If I ever believed there was grace,  It was because we both accomplished our race.  Heavens beyond sent me a pure love,  One in the form of an innocent dove.  I don't think I will make it now,  Until I give you, your deserving cow.  Thank you, mama For a life with no drama.