Obed Sarpong

Cadbury had deserted,
divorced Tamale
And in its stead is the red,
hot sands:
The frowning terracotta.

A wicked bride that bore dirt, childless
But Tamale is a strange
person.
A husband that cares not
to wipe the dusty face of
the weary woman.
If he reneged on his vows,
let him pay the restitution

Yet, in all this, Tamale's
unborn seeds are bright,
brimming with love for self
and others. The hope to
become better fathers.

These lads are in contest
for the Queen's tongue.
The ultimate prize: A mere
smile for saying words
of the Oppressor
But here, the bicycle owns
the streets and man must
bow to her majesty

Obed Sarpong
28 February, 2008.
UDS, Tamale