We sat outside
The last remains of
the fire at our side
We laughed unafraid
of the ghosts we knew
were waiting under the beds
we had to reach for lamps
That night
we chose the darkness
called it to our side
We pulled our tongues
out to taste the dew
the chills afraid to seep
into our cheerful clothes
And I can still hear the echoes
Afua Awo Twumwa 