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Win 9 Winter time

Tue, 27 Jun 2017 Source: Robert Abeku Ansah

It was winter since you left after the rains had watered my land

The land became so wet that I felt cold.

It was so cold and you left at dawn without a blanket for me

The ground was frozen with ice but I still slept all alone

The short burst of high speed wind took off my pant and I was naked all night long

My heart is bleeding like a plant in an animate soil

I feel so lonely and my body jiggles like a vibrating snake

The breezing winds scare me at night like ghosts who hover round a circle

My body lies flat on a milled floor like the bone of a fractured fly

Is my body actually a firewood?

Our sons and daughter have returned to their plots

They have reimbursed their creditors with their entire treasures

I know you have become so deep-rooted and weak due to your brawls

But you need to come home for we have paid your debts in full

So come home to the land of your birth and reclaim your missing self

Your door is ajar and invaders have taken over your defensive frontiers

They have wedded your daughters and your sons have gone on exile

And they have brought forth children with your mothers

They are running away with our cathedra; The throne of our ancestral spirit that keeps our ambiances as a knitted clot

Columnist: Robert Abeku Ansah