Behind me two friends sit
They are not of my people
They speak tongues strangely sounding like sighs, hurried moans during love making
A bad love making
Where there is no time to breath life for your lover. into your lover
It sounds like forced giggles and laughter from love making with a borrowed lover, stolen
I did not mean to write about lovers or love making
Not when I am still this virgin all over. Are you a virgin too?
Let me not ask you.
But my people are too quiet now
And I want to talk
I’ve been wondering what their people are like.
The friends. The two friends.
I cannot help know they’re volcanoes
Pushing their way from buried rocks to a surface, boiling
They call you to come
You cannot stay too long
You must fold your body and float away
Is that how love making is?
With a borrowed lover?
I do not know.
Watu Munyo is a phrase in the Krobo language and it means let’s talk.
© Awo Twumwaah 2018.
Afua Awo Twumwa 