Life is vast, varied, expatiated. Life is divided. The dimensions of life cannot be plotted on a graph; it will be just too complicated.

Every so often, I see life as a sea of nothingness. The world seems to be at a standstill, with humans concerned only about their primary…

And like the falling of the shoulders,

And like the demise of one’s spirit,

And like the dropping of dead leaves from a tree.

And like the sudden overtaking of the night,

Springing forth with no moon as her knight,

And like the weeping of a widow in despair,

My…

My mind will not let my body move.

These tasks are staring.

Calling for my attention.

I try to argue and convince.

Let’s get this done, now and today.

But no,

My being just wants to be.

It’s not like simply existing is satisfying.

It’s quite an odd moment.

And…

I crave solitude.

I’m starving for it.

Like a heavy morning dew,

I’m saturated, but never full.

They’re here again,

Once more at my door.

They’re here to take,

Like a persistent rake.

I’m ripped.

I’m robbed.

And I need to gather what’s left.

I need to survive.

And yet,

I cannot satisfy,

Because I do not know what is missing.

I lay staring,

Humming with the seconds of time.

Tick tock,

Carry me along,

I’d rather stay with you,

Than entertain the energy vampires,

They disguise as humans,

But they’re eager to suck me dry

To be frozen in time,

Is to hear even the crickets cry,

And to hear the heart beat,

a couple thousand times.

Its slowly creeping and knocking at my door.

It wants to infect my sanctuary.

I forbid you.

I rebuke you.

I feel a wave of exhaustion,

Firstly from physical exercises from having to move here and there, for the sake of finding that special place.

And then from opinions I have had to digest day by day.

About how there is no hope.

“Oh Ghana dier no, no, no.”

“I for lef Ghana.”

I try to gather optimism.

But this time its slipping from my hand.

I need to exercise a firmer grip every night.

To keep the untarnished beliefs about Ghana and I intact.

So my love for my country does not grow cold.

“Why?”

“I did everything I knew in the book. I put myself out there; me, an introvert.”

I showed up, I massaged the feet of my disciples to win your approval.”

“I woke up every Saturday morning, willing to step out of my shoes and be someone I was not.”

Florence Ofori

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