Father's Day In Africa

this poem is wholly dedicated to fathers of all kind in Africa..and if possible all over the world. read and know the important roles of fathers...enjoy

fathers are the second prefix to our first breathe

imagine daddies dying and see how families will cry

But I am just saying

All these little things make up this very life

If I was to die today

Will you be in that position to be the girl to stay?

Or will you be the girl that will just pack up and walk away?

You know am just saying

If I was to get locked up somewhere in prison

Will you have so many reasons?

Not to take care of our baby son or daughter

Will you take the responsibility to be called my baby mama?

You know am just saying

Even when I am making a fool out of myself, messing around

Will you still be that ride or die chick I used to know?

Or will you deserted me in this cold world all alone?

But you know am just saying

If things were to turn around

And I was to lose my job

Will you always rub it in my face?

And let me regret how I woke up the next day

Just to realize you weren’t the woman I married

But you know am just saying

And if I was to be up all night taking care of our baby

Will you be out changing men like the way you change clothes?

And Fill the fridge board with baby notes?

And in the mornings when I take him/her to my folks

You just slap my face with mean quotes

You know am just saying

Sometimes when I sit down

And watch my life crush before my eyes

It feels like Floating in of my agony filled with tears and cries

At last GOD reaches down like

“O child, take a deep breathe cos’ it’s just the worst of the last

You are the man of kings and the king of man

I appreciate your faithfulness of being a single father”

But that call was in a dream

And when you wake up, you should know that this is a real life story which happened somewhere in Ghana     

      KwakuQuansah

    Father’s day

                                             (20/06/2011)

       @kwakuquansah

Author's Note

in a second sense this poem talks about an individual in terms of personification