WELCOME TO FOFIE
KAYAYOO
poetryShe is with child,
She is with loads of luggage.
The pressure of a teenage mother,
As she takes a quick snooze
In the public transport.
Her hand constantly frazzled
From supporting the head of her baby,
As flies hover over her.
She got pregnant in a consensual relationship
And was quickly evicted from home
By her parents.
She’s on her way to the market,
To make ends meet.
Under the harsh scrutiny of the sun....
From the environs of Ghana, West Africa, I present to you the tales of the local man, weaved in plight and the everyday hustle of life, trying to make it out alive. I present you with well-curated pieces of work dedicated to changing your view of life in these parts. Art is open to many interpretations. So here is a blank slate; tell me what these mean to you! And when all is said and done, Art will remain the greatest gift to us all.
Walk with me!
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coastal suburbs
poetryI admire the single mother, a fishmonger, who is the earliest at shore to purchase the fisherman’s prize. And, later investing that chicken change to change the dynamics of her children’s lives by putting them through basic school. I bet they always have fish for dinner and lament for change too—the irony...
