My Caribbean Pearl Poem by Francis Kokutse

She treads the earth boucing her back
like an Ashanti royal walking towards
Kejetia market with an adinkra adorning
her chocolate coloured skin that the
sun has made to look smooth.

She smiles like the woman who sits
under the nim tree near the estuary
at Anyanui exhibiting her wares
for those strangers passing through
Ada to come and buy from her.

I have listened to her talk and
the sound that came out of
her mouth was like the birds
l heard singing on my way to Nkroful;
The melodious sounds that made
us all dance that hot harmattan afternoon.

Shika is the name l gave her
because she is priceless that
there is nothing that l can provide
to have her hand to take her home
and that is why l have decided to remain
in my house and pretend to be an eunuch.

I shall wait for her and may be
in the next world l may be able
to afford all that she wants so that
l can have her for myself to be
able to worship her daily like the
way the men in the village worship
their little gods in front of their houses.