The seas chase prints
Of us at their shores
Buried in sand.
Stretched for autographs,
Our feet wait, giddy
And waves rush to wash
And salty water gushes
And the seas are on our heels.
They flaunt waves
To keep our attention,
To get ghostly prints of us after them.
Then they are after us
Teenage boys just broken voices.
We giggle, with eyes burnt, take their drinks,
We see the seas
And the seas see us.
Yesterday, I churched at the beach with some incredible people from my Theatre group in the University. I didn’t write this poem then. I found this poem I had written months back in my book and thought it so appropriate, I revised it to share with you. Sometimes #makewego to the beaches. Pilolo is a ghanaian hide and seek game. You can find out more about it in this article.
Also, you would have noticed some changes on here. Up until this month, I had been thinking about changing the blog name to my pen name and a conversation with a friend triggered me to settle some more on the decision. I couldn’t afford to divert traffic from my old URL so it feels like we’re starting all over again. I decided better now than late. So, you can now find me here at awotwumwa.wordpress.com. I wanted to use the awo but its taken with a .org and I didn’t want to risk anything when I get to take the wordpress out of the domain name. I know, a lot to read, but I want you to know why I make some changes because your reading is what keeps me posting on here. So yeah, welcome to Awo Twumwaah and it’s same ol me tho.
Read last week’s poem, Why Did You Love and Chapter 5 of #whenlovestays. Check out the poems in the #makewego collection by far.
FYI: You can check the place out. It’s Marantha beach at Ada Foar (I hope I spelt the name right). Remember not to allow your monday bully you or set a negative tone for your week. You’ve got this. More so, God’s got you.
©Awo Twumwaah 2018.
Afua Awo Twumwa 