Treasure Island

Kweku Atta Crayon

(17th October,1990 / Prestea-Western Region of Ghana)

My Abandoned Village


Trees looked pale along lonely roads
Goats and sheep walked in solitude

The wind fed my mouth with dust
I chewed as I smiled

The silence on the road
grew as I walked past the graveyard
horripilations bathed me, am scared

Two hundred metres on foot
The only friends that greeted were goats and sheep

I knew I was home when I saw the two lotto kiosks
When the children walked in only pants
and the kids played raimentlessly

I visited Yaw Boadi's house
Response; he has gone to Kumasi for job
I visited Yaa's house
Response, she now stays in Accra
The youngest adult was Papa Kumi,34 years

The Football field was lost in forest
River Mansin had dried out of loneliness
The scorching sun had bleached the palace

Sitted under the enormous mango tree
Centurions, nonagenarians, octogenarians, ......
rehearse their death

My village, why lose the youth
why you so
deserted
empty and rejected.

Submitted: Wednesday, August 07, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 29, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Inspired by the rather sad over view of my hometown, no one to call a young energetic man. All have run to the city in search of white collar jobs and I am sad am a victim by the actions of my parents.

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  • Babatunde Aremu (8/7/2013 6:36:00 AM)

    Vey sad. This reminds me of poem: ' The Sea Eats Our Land' By Joseph Karuiki. Africans have neglected their origins. We are contented with Alien Walls' (one of poems) in the city. Great write. I just came back from Cape Coast. I saw this poem practically. Ps read my poems e.g. Point Of No Return and others (Report) Reply

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