No peeking! Oh great owl
For the expedition
Is no more enlivened,

Oh no, the market women
Cannot afford the upkeep
Of this treacherous mileage,

Now see, the priest does not
Even know what to *****
And what to swallow,

For the tranquilizing effect
Of her beauty, put my heart
Into trance every new moon,

My beautiful African queen,
Please speak the prophecies of
The ancestors to my dwindling nature,

For the halcyon days of my
Youth is no more hale and hearty,
And never be a quisling to my heart.


© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
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