Esther's poem "The Well"

The Well

In a small town perched in the

middle of a city and another

small town was my home. A Town

where everyone knew their neighbor.

Drobo-an unexplainable name was this

town’s and its people’s kindness. 

After school was fun to play

to fetch water was to be done.

on the way to the well was gossip

central. Holding a pan in one hand

while the other hold the round rug(kashire)

going to the well was to catch up

with friends, hear about the new

guy in class or who got embarrassed

that day.  Carrying something to fetch

was always a must. Mango, packed

in a bag was the appetizer.

Crooked narrow road leading up

to the well.  Rocks and hills peaking

at my feet-acheampong leaves grazing

at my knee.  Going at sunrise to come

home at sunset.  Small open caves of

nature were for lover’s kisses, hide-and-

seeks and shaded relaxations.

Waiting for my turn was a time to play

ampe or double-dutch. Taking a nap is always

a fun option. Just keep one eye open in case

 mother dashes in, in anger. The other eye

opened to keep my annoying pranking sibling

 at bay. It’ time to go home. carrying the pan

 full of water like a majestic matron.

Trying not to spill or trip – I step cautiously.

Remembrance hit of the hidden palm–kennel

 that I’d forgotten. I let go for tomorrow.

Another day for laughs and gossips.

Another day for forgotten palm-kennel.

Another day for fun recreations.

Another day at the well.

Esther appiah