Songs of Sorrow, Kofi Awoonor

I Dzogbese Lisa has treated me thus It has led me among the sharps of the forest Returning is not possible And going forward is a great difficulty The affairs of this world are like the chameleon feces Into which I have stepped When I clean it cannot go.1 I am on the world’s extremeContinue reading “Songs of Sorrow, Kofi Awoonor”