Ahwene Pa
At a market square: My sisters! My sisters! Come! Come and look at a thing I dare not call woman. But who chews bones these days? Akosua is a monstrosity! Ke Ke Ke Ke Ke Ke listen to her bones rattle. A woman's body must emanate softness and grace But what do you hear Yaa Yaa? ? This woman has no shame. I wonder how 'Odomankoma blessed her with four strong boys. She must have threatened him with her female manhood. Here she comes. Quiet down my sisters. Also at the market square: Ataa you're an obnoxious woman! The anger that boils within my bile corrupts my lungs and my intestines. It is deep anger that cannot boil new yam but can shatter into sand, Agya Koo Nimo's guord. Yes! My bones rattle but I can never break. I am the precious ivory bead. So who then is an African woman? And who is desired by an African man? Does it lie in voluptuous protruding buttocks and supple breasts? I am sorry Ataa. My hips are not wide but they swing with poise an