Please send me mourners to join in my mourn,
To just back me in my dirge song while i roll on the floor,
Cos i am more like the living dog.
I finally met my worse, who made me wet in my head
He finally broke my curse, which made me flatter to death,
The curse of never seeing Love again till i lose my breath,
But there he stood, in calculating flesh of muscles as it glitters in sweat,
Just his gaze leeps my heart to run to him and flirt,
His shoulders widens and thats where i want to hide all my dirt,
I rest in his arms and my heart is all blurred,
Ha! Who ever cursed me was a jealous flirt.
He kissed my neck,
And pleaded my love while he held my breast,
I could feel the length of his breath as he pants helplessly with fears,
He looked at me sternly and his eyes seem to pierce,
Everything i had planned to say crawled to meaningless,
Cos his love, i percieved to be fiercest.
He spoke at length,
Because his words were sweet scented,
He totally caused my heart to wreck if there was something like that,
I fell. Not as i walked,
But as he constantly called,
I fell in a deep love with him.
Twice i left our supper to burn because of him,
Once i stood up to my parents because of him,
And countless times i missed grandmother's stories of wisdom, sitting with the fire lit because of him.
He called with a whistle,
The words so little but makes my heart tickle,
Oh how i loved the song!
Especially the part that drags me along,
'D)me aa bra'; if you love me, then come along,
And yes i run with the song,
And wait under our oath tree all night long,
Waiting for my love to feel fond.
One hour, i still wait while i hear the song in a down tone hum,
'His voice is loud, maybe it travels that far as he approaches'... i said to myself and waited a bit long.
Night striked and the birds started teasing me with the song.
It was never his voice, i thought!
I wont see Odum again!
How on earth does he make a woman to wait?
Does he think i love him so i dont think again?
Oooh! He should just wait,
My love is just a bait,
I will get him cry in the rain.
Four days and more Odum has not yet called,
Four days and more Odum has not sang our song,
The day comes quickly and the dawn dies slowly,
I miss him every blow of the cold air,
I'm naked,
and I am freezing to death!
because i dashed my cover cloth to Odum's little sister when she told me i am pretty and fair,
Odum, where are you?
Odum, how do you do?
Please if you hear me, kindly say i do.
Odum did not call,
So i told my heart not to worry at all,
His owner will come running through another door.
Like seriously Odum has not missed me at all?
'Wheeew'! I heard a whistle call from behind,
My heart had already run as my feet prepared to hide,
It bid me 'come, i am harmless'
Then i found my heart beating once again and my feet firm to stand,
I dropped my pot and began to walk in dot,
We stood side by side as it told me to look.
Look!
I looked and truely i looked,
There! Was Odum,
Oood!.....it closed my mouth but i had shouted his name in my heart,
It tied my arms when my heart had already hugged his arms,
But it widened the scope of my sight,
And enlightened the simplicity of my mind,
as it tried to get me to hide.
I saw Odum in great excitement,
Waving my Royal cloth carelessly in the air,
He was so loud that it called for the attention of others,
Everyone was surprised as i was,
Why can't i just walk up to Odum to inquire this foolishness?
Why can't i just walk up to Odum to inquire this excitement?
Suddenly, i saw Odum's sister wearing my royal cloth,
She was hailed as a Princess in her royal gown,
She recieved honour, as they blessed her with ornaments,
I have lost myself! .... i suddenly noticed
I was royal, and i knew it not!
So this was all Odum had in his thoughts?
To sell royalty at the expense of love?
Odum! It would have been best you had stripped me naked,
Cos no one would believe me as Queen and a virgin.
Atleast, you could have told me i belonged to the King,
Then i would not have played with my origin.
Oh Odum!
My curse was not broken afterall.
#a ghanaian poet!
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