Indie Scribe Magazine November 2014 | Page 45

I chew groundnut in its shell

I eat maize on its bell

Okro in my stew flows from my backyard

Plucking plantain is not hard

Getting cassava just needs a tool

If I want, I'll eat like a fool

Pepper calls to be plucked

As tomatoes's lipstick aims to seduce

Onions dance in the air

As salts washes itself on the shore

This is my home

This is Africa

This is Ghana.

The freedom of life,

The flirting with nature

Is best done on my shores