this Country can kill you, but first, they will
spot the white and crease the cotton of your clothes –
and even split a seam and slash a slit, if you let them –
a second before you encounter your in-law the first time.
this Country can kill you, but first, they must
flush the life and drain the juice, from your lungs and brain,
and lavishly waste these on basic-s that plain sense or plainer
old conscience – or a mere click – can solve or save – avert, even.
this Country can kill you, but first, they must
stealth and steal away the water you have stocked in your
cheek pockets, in wait for harmattan – after they rain fire
and worse on your neighbour’s house, and then turn to yours…
this Country will kill you, and you need not first
wrong or provoke them, or offend or poke them – it is
enough crime and just punishment to be daring enough,
to be lucky enough, to be born in them, or by them – just this.
– East Legon, Accra, Ghana
Thursday, 6th April, 2023.
Love,
AishaWrites.