Letter to my life’s handsel

                                                                                                                A Lifeless Soul,

Dearest,                                                                                                           2nd February 2017

                   Every day,

I make the leap to know what’s up in the east

                                       By communing with the morning sun,

            And collect rumors of the west conveyed by the wind,

           And enquire from the night moon about the sparkle

                                      That makes it loom.

                  Sometimes,

                                      It’s Azonto with the Harmattan

                                      For a free pass to the Kalahari,

                                      So I could stop by to refill Lake Victoria

                                      And then hop back in for Sahara.

                 Every night,

                                     I gather firewood to keep the flame alive,

                                    Hoping you find your way back home

                                    Before it burns out

                                    So we wouldn’t have to blow smoke.

                                                                                                            An expectant heart.

Emmanuel “A penny for my tots”

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