She sits by the roadside – a mixture of calm and confusion.
Madness becomes her.
On her rock she sits, crossed- legged.
Her clothes, a myriad of silhouettes.
The light plays a number on her.
A revelation here, skin there.
She sits on her rock smoking her cigarette – a mixture of calm and confusion
She is mad.
For as she blows her nicotine clad smoke against the wind
She mumbles some words.
She stops. Laughs. Shakes her head. And laughs some more
This time hitting her thighs so hard
She screams. Ouch. She weeps.
She paces up and down the roadside – a mixture of calm and confusion.
“Is she mad?”
She says to herself.
How do you justify losing your husband to your sister?
How do you justify being ejected from your matrimonial home with your only child?
How do you justify camping for weeks close to the lotto kiosk?
Opposite the big choked gutter
How do you justify your only child getting so sick he rots away every day?
Starvation? Malaria? Cholera? Depression?
Maggots protrude from his hands to greet me every morning.
Like the foot soldiers they are, they spare no time in their salute.
Flies use his eyelids as a landing strip.
Their flight at par with a Raw-Lings skill.
Worms use his anus as an exit – the confusion.
An emergency greeted with tears and hopelessness.
How do you justify no one seeing a single mother beg?
Not with her mouth, but with her soul.
Do you not hear her cries?
“Help me please” she pleads.
She sits by the roadside – a mixture of calm and chaos.
She runs to the big gutter.
It is still choked
This time with her son’s body.
A floating mass of rot.
Oozing with many an unspeakable.
“He looks so calm”. She smiles.
“My beautiful son”. She bends down to touch him.
He slips from her hands.
“The Madness is over now”
He floats away.
She sits on the ground.
Laughter becomes her.
Oh this is poetic for sure. I’m only wondering where it’s coming from? Just curious.
Sights and Sounds while in accra. But mostly imaginative. 🙂
Wow! I love the emotions run through. Pretty sad piece. Love it
Thanks dear! 🙂
Who on earth bothers about why a “mad woman” is mad?
Oh yeah, just kwamz.
My imaginative brain didn’t spare me the vividness. 😥 I can still see the floating mass of rot!
Allow me fuck with your brain from time to time. 😂😂
I like the imagery,bruh. Vivid, but loaded with misery and sordidness mehn.
Life isn’t always rosey my brother. Thank you chale! 😊
It’s uncanny how they constantly concert between calm and chaos. Lovely!
Thank you kind sir. Indeed it is… 😊
Nice choice of words Kwame. Well written- this was an interesting read.
Thank you Catherine.
Mr Asante you won’t kill us with words of Madness and Poetry 😂😂😂😂
You never cease to amaze me, Iike everytime
Thank you kind sir! 🙂
That bipolar feeling, that moment when you puff and chuckle, the reality of your reality hits you hard. Almost sordid, but an epiphany regardless.
She made the rot go and had a real good laugh-at herself! You got me here chale.
Wow!!! Asante, this was heart breaking…if not madness to bury the pain then what else?! Good job.