Poetic Justice (2)

By Kwame Okoampa-Ahoofe, Jr.

Uncle Atukwei,

you scream

your rhythmic

and mellific

screams

to the utter

delight

of your kinsfolk

and townsfolk

and countryfolk...

to the utter delight

of us schoolboys

and girls,

to the annoyance

of the cold-calculating

and jealous

agbadza boys...

Uncle Atukwei,

scream your

rhythmic screams

and light up

our sorrowful souls,

a poetic scream

is no breach

of public space

and peace;

synch

your sacred

screams

to the tinkling

thumps of

the fontomfrom,

a gong-gong bong

is no breach

of custom

and creed...

in your

"screaming hysteria"

lies the

umbilical cord

of my

budding flair

for the Word -

Uncle Atukwei,

let them curl

your curly screams

into curlicues...

scream your

atumpan screams

into the logos

of kpanlogo;

agbadza is no peer

of impintin pings -

Uncle Atukwei,

keep screaming

your hysterical

screams

above the snotty

snorts of

Trokosi Thugs,

a hysterical scream

only heralds

the glorious birth

of a king,

Uncle Atukwei,

scream

scream,

keep screaming

your sacred

screams

in the courtyard

of our conscience...

10/5/13