The Watcher Poem by Doris Dzameshie

Who watches the watcher, in his living room so grand,
PYO sat on his meditation couch, remote in hand.
The Shepherd, ever vigilant, his sheep he must survey,
Abla frying fish, oil splashing, yelping in dismay.

Kofi at his office, brain fried, dreadlocks askew,
The Shepherd shook his head, disbelief in his view.
Kola flipping through his phone, Facebook, WhatsApp, and more,
The Shepherd's left eye on Kola, right eye on Shola's lore.

Shola praying fervently, Bible in her right hand,
Left hand waving to the skies, dancing to a spiritual band.
Mimicking praise songs from YouTube, her spirit in a trance,
The Shepherd's eyes hovered, curious about her dance.

Suddenly, a loud bang, the Shepherd sat up straight,
As if the watcher called his name, a twist of fate.
PYO on cyberspace, two hours had flown by,
Watching Kola on social media, time slipping by.

Who watches the watcher, on cyberspace and beyond,
Everyone watching everyone, a never-ending bond.
The watcher watches himself, in this ironic tale,
In a world of endless watching, where privacy is frail.


The poem "The Watcher" was inspired by the idea of surveillance and the irony of constant observation in modern life. It explores the theme of who is watching whom, and how everyone is both a watcher and being watched, especially in the digital age. The characters and their actions, such as PYO meditating, Abla frying fish, Kofi at work, Kola on social media, and Shola praying, illustrate different facets of daily life under the watchful eyes of the Shepherd. The poem uses satire to highlight the absurdity and invasiveness of this perpetual surveillance, ultimately questioning the loss of privacy and the cyclical nature of observation.
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