There she goes
Clothed in gold but covered in mud
Framed with disgrace yet full of grace
Ill painted with fornication
And awaiting to be crowned with a protruding belly But
Early before the sun rise, she swings her waist
Before glittering eyes, beaming with anger
Iced in fear, she limps on a leg
With a pot placed on her head
But her smile shone brighter than the sun
A symbol of beauty she was
She passed the test of tradition
With many unanswered questions clinged to her success
Time after time she will be head lined
As the line between man and the gods
For none has ever defied the gods
And lived to write their biography
Slowly, she retracts her steps majestically
Into the mouth of the river
Over the banks are jeering inhabitants
Waiting for her to be swallowed whole
Into the belly of the sacred river god
But she walks on the water lightly like a feather
A proof of her innocence which could be tested all over her face
Right from the on set
Then suddenly I emerged from nowhere
Took the pot from her head
And filled it with contents of the sacred water
Carried her shoulder high and walked
Through the flooded path towards home
Used or abused probably, Only the gods could vindicate
But she was a miracle I held in my sleep
And I still wander if such beauty could ever be contained
On this earth, then I heard a voice in my head
"It was just a dream" but I hope to visit
again someday soon just to see how the story goes
And maybe write the end of this beautiful story
A poem by S Kojo Frimpong