THE NEW AGE BUG: OLD AGE'S CARCASS

This beautiful creature of a man,

It was him who in my baby days hunted

For my food and watched over me with eyes of a hawk

Like a lioness would her cubs.

He was the ground on which I trod

My first steps and the hands that guided my tender

Feet from falling.

It was from his sides that the clay

With which I was made was excavated.

It was he who showed me the ways of a true daughter;

He taught me strength, braveness and pride

In my sex in this world of domineering men;

It was through his eyes that I came to

Appreciate the perkiness of my breasts

And the curve in my hips;

He was the one who taught me that I am

The fuel of the family and its life,

He made me see the beauty in all this

And frankly, I was contented with it.

Her womb carried me for nine moons

And amidst pain, she bore me into existence,

Her breasts fed me in my infant days and her

Serenading voice lulled me to sweet calmness in sleep

When the night’s unruly nuisance deprived me of peace

And rendered me insomniac.

Her hands were always there to direct me

And her voice ever present to calm my raging mind.

It was in the eyes of this beautiful woman

That I first saw love; real unadulterated love.

Her gestures demonstrated selflessness and

Commitment that never slacked.

Asase Yaa, my lioness, the Queen of kings

And mother of all lions, it is you I speak so modestly of.

Time flies by,

Hundreds of scores swift by and here we are;

Caught between the anvil and the hammer.

Here lies the body of the man

Who I worshiped in the years gone by.

His strength comparable to none in the past,

Is only rival to the ant’s might now,

His once deep-dark, smooth and firm skin,

Now pale and rough and saggy like a sickly old fowl’s,

And his once gallant muscles, now rickety bones,

All from ages of torture and neglect.

 The values he taught me once upon a time

 Have all died on the sea which we journeyed

Across to arrive at this age.

I believe now that the great impression he had on me

Was borne out of nothing but

Illiteracy, grave ignorance and a desire for the devil’s ways

And for this, I feel guilty sometimes and

Most of the other times, a sense of ridicule toward myself.

I still admire him and love him dearly

But only in secrecy of my mind

For the new age considers it a taboo.

This great hunter who once fed me with

Only with the most nutritious from his bounty

Has now become a viper that spits

Venom to harm me in this new age.

He still looks the same to me as in the old times

But the new age tells me I see him so

Because of my unrepentant, abominable longing for him.

I know him and I know I’m not dirty as the devil

But the new age shows me proof that I am.

Who’s lying then?

Here lies Asase Yaa, the mother of all life

And Queen of all kings like an incapacitated leper.

Her majestic beauty has died with the

Setting sun of the old world and it is

An abomination to reminisce of that

Youthful womanly glow she once wore.

A greater abomination would be to consider

Seeking her voice in times of my subconscious raging

For I would be de-idolizing my Father of the new age;

A great and most abominable dishonor to Him; the Almighty.

Saying her name is even an abomination

Because as the new age has taught me,

There is only one name that is worth reverencing

And it is above that of Asase Yaa.

We have made ourselves garments

From the fabrics of the new agers

But wearing them, we look backwards

From the new agers and we can’t decide

Whether or not these garments fit us,

For at times, they seem to squeeze us up

And other times seem to drown us.

The new agers have taught us that

No time existed before the new ages

Hence, our perceived pre-new age existence

Is but a foolish figment of an imaginative myth

We must dissociate ourselves from

Or risk spending eternity in the perpetual

Torments of the afterlife in abonsam’s kingdom.

For ages we have been in this

Moral quandary of

“to be or not to be?”

Our Father whom art in heaven

Loves us so dearly and forgives us whenever

We offend Him.

Heck, he let his only begotten son

To die that we shall be saved!

He is impartial and all loving.

The other one who cannot be named

Would punish us with death

When we offended him gravely

And afflictions if it was a lighter sin

And the sacrifices if the sin was not too much.

Our Father used to do the same in the old books

But some new agers say there has been a new order.

The paradoxes of the new age continue

To plague our minds as people of the old world.

We pray for a unification among these

Dilemmas of our present existence

That we shall not fall into harm’s way.

We pray for wisdom to help us

Solve this riddle, to work out this puzzle; Who are we?