I had been stoned,

my personality dehumanized

why?

because I found the only

mirror that cannot be broken;

and like all fictions

the world lives in

I was put in a dry well,

and in its belly

I saw darkness

and I understood their unconscious cry,

They spit on my personality

because I have found water,

yes, the only mirror

that cannot be broken,

yes, water,

tasteless, taking no sides

but with neutral care,

as it swims down

the droughted throat,

it quenches the thirst

of the human,

so that he or she

does not long to drink anymore,

still leaving no taste,

still taking no sides

Immaturity is the victim

because running water

erodes a pastureless soil

with no care,

because the grass should

have long been erected,

mansions of nature;

Rills of despair are created

or even gullies or gorges

with time,

but as the sun bears witness

and rocks get weathered

by the declaration of nature,

new soil shall be born,

new minerals shall be given

and the land...

the land that was bare

and desertified without meaning;

upon it, does the pastures grow;

from desert to oasis,

from oasis, to Eden,

a paradise where freedom know

no bounds.

                  By Kakraba Afful