By Mawuli Adzei

I am a wandering entity
disbursed into empty spaces
fated, perhaps, to die
where seven roads meet

But, Fates, if I should live this life again
yoked at conception as an island  of yolk
in a sea of albumin
some hydrocephalic tadpole
locked in mortal combat for survival
or a product
of some abominable abdominal chemistry
gone wrong
a fatal foetal construct
with a guardian angel lost in the galaxies
whose Paths I shall never cross
nor he mine
I shall die at birth

Only do not mention my praise-name
Just leave the iron gates ajar . . .
I shall return
Mawuli Adzei has taught in Nigeria, Libya and Ghana. Currently, he teaches African Post-colonial  literatures and Creative Writing at the Department of English, University of Ghana.


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