{"id":168106,"date":"2015-11-19T16:16:22","date_gmt":"2015-11-19T16:16:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/4cd.e16.myftpupload.com\/?p=168106"},"modified":"2015-11-19T16:16:22","modified_gmt":"2015-11-19T16:16:22","slug":"ayana-is-meant-to-be-a-beautiful-flower","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/citifmonline.com\/?p=168106","title":{"rendered":"Ayana is meant to be a beautiful flower"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">A vile, cancerous, grotesque sore eats at the walls of our proud, societal stomach; we bleed, we vomit blood. We are sick&#8230;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Ayana&#8217;s worn feet scrape the dusty-muddy concrete pavements of Makola, of Accra Central.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Ayana&#8217;s tortured, clumsy sole angers a pavement tile; it spits and quakes and spins on an invisible pivot.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Ayana, the beautiful flower with huge, dough-y eyes yelps, in a tortured, mangled space of frightful familiarity, of fearful futility; of unfettered, unbearable. PAIN!<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Then the angry pavement tile gives way and Ayana&#8217;s emaciated, life-mutilated skeleton dives into that pit of a gutter.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Ayana, the beautiful flower with huge, dough-y eyes yelps, in a tortured, mangled space of frightful familiarity, of fearful futility; of unfettered, unbearable&#8230; PAIN:<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Ayana propels her broken self back up, back into this BROKEN world&#8230;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Ayana slithers along the dusty-muddy concrete pavements of Makola, of Accra Central.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The filthy, bacteria-infested granules of sand claw at Ayana&#8217;s knees, they eat into her bloody, red, muddy sores.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">A woman click-clacks, briskly by and her market basket slaps Ayana&#8217;s head;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Ayana&#8217;s bleeding knees fail her;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">She falls flat on her stomach; the ghost of her tattered blouse, which her dead mother bought for her ten years ago, cannot prevent the dusty-muddy concrete pavements of Makola, of Accra Central&#8230;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Ayana, in an embarrassed frenzy, prostrates herself, burying her beautiful-petalled-face and the lids of her huge, dough-y eyes in a damp, sticky heap of yesterday&#8217;s market-rubbish that the garbage truck hasn&#8217;t collected yet.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Ayana surrenders herself to this tortured, mangled space of frightful familiarity, of fearful futility; of unfettered, unbearable. PAIN&#8230;!<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">It&#8217;s 4.15pm, now.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The skies threaten to sneeze tonight.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Misty moments are supposed to nourish beautiful flowers and to rejuvenate our gasoline-charged breaths; to hose down the dusty-muddy concrete pavements of Makola, of Accra Central&#8230;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Yet, this Ayana can only dread the thought of a soaked piece of cardboard, another night of mal-nourish-ment, or no nourishment at all.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">And in the morning, the robotic SUV&#8217;s, the racy jaguars and the peeling trotros of Makola, of Accra Central, will splash this Ayana, this beautiful flower with huge, dough-y eyes, with new-muddy-water, washing the blood from her bones, in utter oblivion.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8211;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">By:Apiokor Ashon\u2013 Poet\/ Performance Poet\/ Versatile Creative<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A vile, cancerous, grotesque sore eats at the walls of our proud, societal stomach; we bleed, we vomit blood. 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