
LOVE BREWED IN AN AFRICAN POT
jerry KWATCHEY@kwatcheyjerry128608
1 month ago
#poetry
LOVE BREWED IN AN AFRICAN POT
The sun wasn’t even smiling yet
but she was there
headscarf fresh,
eyes calm,
hands doing sacred choreography with leaf, rice, and beans.
And you…
just went for 10 cedis waakye
but your spirit didn’t know
it was walking into
romantic ambush.
Because the girl:
the one who pretends she doesn’t know she brushed your knuckles,
who scoops extra gari with intention,
who adds more stew like she’s downloading feelings into your plate
she is trouble.
Elite, premium, Adobe After Effects type trouble.
She thinks you don’t notice.
She thinks it’s “accidental.”
Baba…
that girl is doing Soft Launch of Affection 1.0.
The day she adds free egg
just know she has deployed full Relationship Firmware Update.
And when the leaf bends around the waakye and the steam rises,
she will look at you,
pretending she’s not smiling,
And that’s how destinies start in Ghana.
Not on dating apps.
On waakye benches.
With accidental knuckle brushing.
And reckless extra portions.
A Reflection from the SIMU Collection.
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