I-GAL-A-SEY (pronounced: ai-ga-la-sei)

Man of dust

I am clayey right from my fragile heart to my crust

I am created to last;

Last until the elephantine oceans have become wells left behind by ant heel thrusts.

So, I can not pretend,

I can not pretend not to see the dead end

That lies at the very genesis of my prime.

I-gal-a-sey!

 

I-gal-a-sey that my world is nigh death than life,

And, Drought, stale of a wife,

Doesn’t mind plunging her fist into my chest, and splitting them into halves, like with a knife.

This is my matrimonial strife,

And, I wake up to each morning in broken fragments.

I-gal-a-sey!

I-gal-a-sey to the hypocrites that pretend to share my plight:

They don’t have the moral right!

 

But, we’re all in this Titanic;

Sooner, we shall sink,

But not drown. At rock bottoms, our bodies shall clink.

And, our parts shall fall apart faster than our wink.

That’s why I-gal-a-sey:

Because, I am not just an artful piece from clay.

Clay is, but a fraction, against the 2/3rds of water in my body that postpones my decay.

Water must be life, to constitute 71% of my earth’s space.

So please, I will rather give dead ears to whatever profits the destruction of the body of water pays.

Because, the day the last drop of water evaporates,

The clouds shall spell: End OF THE HUMAN RACE.

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Giov'Honey

Popularly known as Giov'Honey, N. Charles Evans, is one of Ghana's finest writers with focus on impacting positively.

He holds many outstanding titles to his name with a well recognized reputation in the writing space. He's aspiring to be one of the world's best writers.

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