Walk Through Poem by Joseph Sakyiamah

Eventually, it smells good
Adinkrahene (greatness)sign has appeared.
The storm was a bit disturbing but finally,
The rain has fallen! ! !
The wise men sees afar and give good predictions! ! !
The mind burning harder…
Blending colors to suit the suitor's
Shooting but no fire shots
Shorten to a turn (perfection)
Wheels rolling, bells horning…
Everybody is talking but who talks the most,
Walking, what length are we walking to?
Determined, whilst terms and condition aren't working.
Rather twisting to a bad sojourn
Walk through for better days ahead! ! !