I saw a woman in trotro today.
She looked weather—beaten and frail.
Her face bore the tales of distant lands.
Life had shoved her in more places than one.
I heard her mumble a plea.
Inching closer I made out a few words.
It was a prayer for her wayward husband.
I stared in admiration.
I wanted her to teach me her special skill.
I desired to learn the art of caging this raging
beast in my breast.
I want it tamed so someone’s son
doesn’t end up with a broken head.
I wanted a lesson
but the mate shouted my stop
and I had to grudgingly trudge down.
Afiah Obenewaa - is a writer living and working in Accra-Ghana West Africa. She is mostly interested in works that feature 'everyday ordinary people'. She believes they are the real creators of magic.