Afua Awo Twumwa

My buttocks are hard to move
Like my legs, they don’t welcome
Change or different or unknown.
Unless you start to shove
At them with threats that are unwelcome
Like starvation or poverty or living as truly God’s own
When all these don’t work, they say no,
I go to my last resort. Tell my mouth to come
And command, make we go.
I tell you they move.

– Using My body against My body to Go

Let’s hear you: What do you do to make your body go (and do those things you are most likely not to do but you have to do to live life)?

Make We Go is the new poetry series or collection on the blog. I missed You and I was wondering how to keep one theme before me and explore as much out of that theme as I can. So here’s what I came up with, Make We Go. The collection or series is to share my commuting stories with you and also challenge my poetry writing by delving into forms and techniques I’d rather not (because they don’t come easily to me). I’ll be sharing mostly unrevised or first revised poems here. I intend to be as raw and yeah, raw as I can be. Please share your comments when you read. They help a lot. So, Make We Go.

© M’afua Awo Twumwaah 2018.