There She Goes

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