Berth

She has a frantic urge

To fight the odium that haunts the ledge

On which her soul clings to the very end

With innocent eyes weary of tears

And lips desperate for a drink

She looks life straight in the eye

Why has your unfairness seemed fair for so long?

She fed on paintings of food

Born with a heart of gold

Shares this consoling moment with a pal of old

In this turmoil she abandoned Berth

Her teenage mother,

Fighting the sprites of adolescence

In the city lazily lay her dad

Laughing vociferously at jokes that often turned bad

With no clue of his promising child

Hope seemed to have forgotten her existence

Faith had become a compulsion

Tomorrow, a luxury she always pursues

As her tiny feet steps out alone into the cold, Berth records Day 3…

Excerpts from Bring Back Our Fathers. A Cape Coast Story co-authored by Atsu Dogbey and Tony Afuti

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