by Aba Amissah Asibon
In the moonlight we walk the dusty path,
Our naked feet chapped from the dry wind
And our lips soiled with evidence from supper’s roast.
In the moonlight we head west,
Towards the vast plains of utopia;
Where all is well, and all is possible.
In the moonlight we reach our destination,
Huddling around the soft bonfire,
Our ears itching with the eagerness of hungry babes.
In the moonlight we see Babu1
Hair silver with age, skin creased as wrinkled cloth,
Bringing each sentence to life with his hands.
In the moonlight we see visions
Of gazelles and zebras, ghosts and zombies.
Our minds ache for release and our souls yearn for flight.
In the moonlight we become immortal,
Brave warriors in faraway lands,
Mythical creatures with wit and purpose.
In the moonlight we drift back home,
Worn from the night’s voyage, mouths bursting with yawns;
Our consciousness softly fading, with the moonlight.
1. Baba - Swahili for grandfather
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Aba Amissah Asibon is a young Ghanaian writer constantly inspired by the uniqueness of her African upbringing. She has had short stories published or forthcoming in The University of Chester’s Flash magazine, The Sentinel Literary Quarterly and the Sentinel Annual Literature Anthology. She enjoys writing poetry and short fiction, and is currently working on her first novel.