ATTIAH AND SAADATU

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I am Attiah and Saadatu

I scream agoo agooo

All for your koboo koboo

But to you it’s just another Hello hello.

A call that makes you impaired in the ear

And unless your back is incapable of wear and tear,

I am just a sound in a vacuum

And a blind spot to a rear view mirror.

We all have a conscience with a verdict of guilty.

Atiah’s middle name is Stereotyped

While Saadatu’s is Stigmatised.

I am called a robber just because my arms are armed with muscles of labour,

And my face is decorated with hardship absent favour.

You see me and you are defensive just because the last criminal you saw on your T.V was Atongo

And I come from Tongo.

 

The fact that I can carry ‘kaaya yie’

Doesn’t mean you should give me all your ‘Kaaya’

And not pay me ‘yie’.

After all that’s what you call me; ‘KAAYAYIE’.

 

My punishment for choosing hardwork over laziness is your disrespect.

I could suffice for your mother.

I could pass for your father

Or even be your elder brother or sister.

I carry your load which breaks my back

But that doesn’t even hurt as much as your words which break my heart.

Tears mixed with sweat; I clean with my shirt.

It is not my fault that life took a “U- turn”

And left me at the wrong side of it.

 

My name still remains Attiah and Saadatu

I scream agoo agooo

All for koboo koboo

But to you it is just another Helloo helloo.

A call that makes you impaired in the ear

And unless your back is incapable of wear and tear,

I am just a sound in a vacuum

And a blind spot to a rear view mirror.

 

I have always worked hard

Yet I can only afford the ship called hard.

Sleeping in a store and being the main course for mosquitoes; see, that’s hard.

Hard is when it rains through the sieves of the ceiling and wets my queen sized mat; Now that’s bad.

The sun is the air-condition of my office ; Yeah? That’s sad.

But Sad is also when all my earnings goes to the pharmacy to meet pain alleviation and only to get home and realise my skyscraper is a slum that needs to be scrapped for a skyscraper; Now that’s mad.

But I guess I don’t think madness; or do I?

 

Just look at me.

I look like a line for an artistic work,

Punched for amusement and entertainment.

I wish I could bleach life and make it fair.

My pride and virtue I sell

Just so the result of rape can be fed.

Home to many STD’s I cant even tell

Just so my baby won’t settle for my dangling breast as his only daily bread.

When I am not even well,

Rain or shine, your load is my shed.

I can only console myself that it is well

And comfortably resign myself to hardship’s bed.

One day Heaven will surely replace hell.

 

But until then,

I am still Attiah and Saadatu

I scream agoo agooo

All for koboo koboo

But to you it is just another Helloo helloo.

A call that makes you impaired in the ear

And unless your back is incapable of wear and tear,

I am just a sound in a vacuum

And a blind spot to a rear view mirror.

 

BY Jude Anab Ayipala(Asantewaasblog)

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