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CHOICE I didn't make



It is said 

With no meaning absurd 

The toad is the best 

To tell the real feel of water

And not by a finger test.


We hear the quotation,

Your life is in your own hand

My infidel interpretation

Is, can life be fetched like sand?


Some are born of spirits

Others by woman

Many as offsprings

Only one by a virgin


I fell in the peasant's farmhouse

To a woman who never wore blouse

Had friends whose hair birthed lice

And siblings who survived on lies


Those on the other side 

Thought a river was like poolside

And had TV to view "by the fireside"

To them, life began at twenty

While mine was waiting till forty.


Weeding, pruning and thinning out

Consoling myself that time won't run out  

Producing the golden tree

That the lucky kid calls chocolate.

Since age three

I knew I was getting late


But whose choice is it

Being unworthy or dear

To be born with silver wear

Or be birthed a misfit


Had we, those in my shoe

We the unlucky ones

Without any choice, not once

Come across that magic wand

How much we could accrue

To influence those around


With lifted eyes

To the son of virgin Mary

Reciting the poor Man's prayer

If truly God never dies

We hope in glory

We too shall buy lorry


Be in Accra, I'm from kpong

Trust in pens and crayon

My cocoa tree won't be forever young

And the choice made for me

Isn't the last opportunity I'll see.

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