My right-eye is swollen like a wake-up call!
But, how can i see without medication?
My mind is activated and, who can take care of this eye?
I need the local medicine prescribed by my mother,
Because i have no money to visit the Doctor.
Sad as a Ghanaian,
I am noted with my words!
And, with the words of my mother like the words of Africa.
No work and no money,
With no doctors to visit on this issue;
But, sharp as a knife,
My mind speaks as you read on.
'Take the white from the faeces of a lizard;
And, mix it with water to apply it to your swollen eye'!
Of the words spoken by my mother;
And, this was the very local African Medicine for my eye.
Here in Africa!
We have more to do for our own survival;
And, here at home,
I do have more to learn as well;
Applying this method to my eye solved it all.
So, the Doctors should learn from it as well!
Maybe, they need the chemical make up of these faeces.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem