In the mist of sleeping cobras

who had hidden their fangs,

ready to bite with the venom of discomfort,

I sat still,

in my own independent world,

breeding confidence,

with an intelligence, I learnt from my friends

Now, I was in the mist

of yawning lions, I was not tense

for the fact that I was not confident,

but for the fact that I was in danger,

well, I continued to sleep

in this lair,

till the end.

                      By Kakraba Afful