A journey to Koforidua

From a hot zone My mind settles not for this comfort A comfort of peace in weather What a vehicular cricketing? At a minute, we're shown a red card So we couldn't move for no offence There it comes, a change of card It's green, now we can go I wonder, so when? I had a crush on the hill The few smooth roads without pot and holes It's midday and we're midway No offences, no utterances We either sleep or wake and focused Too automated But soon we will get there The old granny said © Ghana's Own Poet ✒The PenmAn