The Story of An African Woman
She slept with her body spread across three seats
Mouth wide open expelling her exhaustion in an uncomfortable melody
How she made the tattered seats of a 'trotro' a homely niche
And tuned her body to comfort, in the thin air of Accra's laboring heat
Is still a mystery my pursed smile agreed to
I must be the ugliest devil alive if I'd woken her up from that short-lived heaven
So I let my long legs bare the encroaching back seats
As my heart whispered to every next climb not to interrupt the tale of my sleeping beauty
But there came the charming princess (was it not supposed to be a charming prince? Bubble buster!)
Who knocked her out of her slumber (what happened to the magical kiss?)
But then she woke up like she was shell shocked, and made a joke out of everything.
This is a story of an African woman, the one who works so many jobs from a cleaner to a nanny to a chef to a trader to satisfying a husband to bearing the tears of her children and receives the least of appreciations everyday.
Read more poems and short stories by The Writer, ezer agyin, here http://ezeragyin.wix.com/the-writer
Copyright © Ezer Agyin | Year Posted 2015
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