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It’s two days to a hundred
Since you walked away
Without looking back.

It occurred to me
That sometimes
Home is a Person, not a Place.

*****March 24, 2015*****

Anokye Contra Yehoshua - by Martin Egblewogbe

It is of great interest
to compare Yehoshua and Anokye;
The latter murdered in his deep sleep
by the firing of a musket –
the gun not even pointed at him.
From such a death there is no resurrection:
thus perished the hope of a Guan elixir.

Mark here one notable divergence:
Whereas Yehoshua is documented four-fold or more
Anokye lives on in a multitude of tales
Each morphing in time and space.

So in the remote gospel according to McCaskie
Anokye approaching the town discovered
it was his own funeral in full swing:
Disgusted, Anokye turned and walked away,
presumably into the forest, and thus disappeared.

Yehoshua, on the other hand,
was done to death in a most grisly fashion,
hanging from a wooden stake for all to see –
and how can we not shed a tear, a tear! at least.
Yet Magic Man even in death, Yehoshua fled the grave!
He rose from the dead! and for emphasis,
rose also into the air and thus disappeared.

It may well be
Magic Men all like to vanish
preservéd bones are not the fashion
for prophets thus revered.

The Making of a Doctor

She said her older cousin touched her, in a naughty way,
And his father too,
Mummy smacked her on the lips,
And sternly said,
"good girls don't tell lies".
While Mummy was at Choir practice,
Uncle came to her room, again,
Just an hour after his son, unknown to him,
He smiled at her,
And asked,
"Do you still want me to pay your fees?"
She walked funny to school,
Remembering to smile
With each painful step. 
Then she thought to herself,
"if I'm a good girl,
Uncle will pay my fees,
Then I can become a doctor,
Then Mummy will believe me;
Everyone believes doctors"
That made her smile...
*****March 18, 2015*****