MISERY’S CHOSEN ONES

They had a filthy street chemistry,

young girls were smoking and a

hard daisy smell of hashish hit me

The weather was so cold and

Some Hausa men were at one corner drinking ataya in their very pressed “kaftan“dress .Any random Ghanaian should have seen this before.

 Another vague sight was this old looking woman staring at me in oblivion (maybe my dressing didn’t fit the criteria of ‘ghetto’).

I have a lot of bad friends but no

This was different

Meth?!  Methamphetamine!

Wow

Isn’t that a secondline treatment for Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder? Anyways,

These users were packed in a corner looking absolutely dead

Yes dead😂😂

I think they were in their state or something.if anything amazed me then it was the loud 2pac music buzzing from another dimension.

This is a part of life we won’t believe to exist.

“Why worry” this I heard repeatedly

I think he sold the hashish, the area baron.

These little innocent kids playfully walking around

My other self spoke to me —this child thinks he has no future.

Let me guess, he probably lives with his grandmother while his mom has gone rogue now this is a common feature you’d find in many slums

We sat on a short shaky bench, a strange skinny man with dirty dreadlocks ran past me chasing someone with an electric shocker.

Turned out they were friends and that was a mode of play to them.

No wait; an electric shocker? 20,000 Volts or more .voltage Above 30 carry dangerous shocks and should be avoided

I’m scared for these kids

Places like these give you no hope

How do we survive?

It rained right? So muddy and dirty was the cemented floor

This guy I think another Top baron started sweeping just in-front of us .a bit of decency won’t spoil a thing, manners checked.

I saw roses

Venus Red roses with no healthy soil to grow their imminent future

.they’d turn brown and adjust to social vices for survival

Humans struggle in this world

All calibre of people

A calibre like a gun in mafia 3 or the car in gta V,

You find them everywhere.

Thick clouds of smoke fuming the stuffy little ghetto.let’s be respective,a community in Ghana ,they Feel no shame yet a private jet will fly to establish diplomatic relations  internationally

That’s comforting to redeem our national status

But what’s all the good when your people are hungry?

We miss a healthy nation.

Poem by Cyprian Naabil (Ciprin)