15:36 hours. Saturday, June 25, 2022 for Wilma
Smiles behind the veil
The veil isn’t a barrier, no
This veil tones down
Her luminescence, iridescence
The glory that shrouded her
Keeping her humble and powerful
Lovely Aku smiles
Her shining teeth hides
Her stated refusal to entertain old-maids
While she hung onto prayer’s
To reaffirm divine openings and closings
Working together for good
To her that loved God.
To the girl who offered
Her beating heartstrings to Jesus
Of Northern Ghana
When Northern Ghana in Macedonia
Stood behind Jesus and
She responded with joy
And left Accra for browner pastures,
To find the long lost prodigal.
Those days, she brought back spoils.
Widened when she graduated
And started work
But she had already responded.
The young lady kept right on
Winning, winning, winning,
When the minister asked, my daughter responded
But that was long ago
When in spite of
Aedis aegypti, scorpions and enraged heat
She joined a bus headed for Nyanpanduri
Like a piece of light from the
Sun of Righteousness.
That really was when Aku said,