HellCare - a Poem

The pharmacy not opened

I worried this would be

Ghana once again

When it did the PC

Had gone on strike

"This is a surgical case"

"Be patient we will get the drugs"

How can a Father be patient

On her daughter now a patient?

When I returned

You lit up with smiles

Your grandmothers said

You know your Daddy.

We suited you up

And you were soon gone

For surgery.

They broke the queue up

I saw those who picked out drugs

For some on that tall list

Was 20 Ghana Cedis expensive?

Then a man begged me

To buy him a band aid

His NHIS was useless.

A Poem - Are You the Walking Dead?

Ebola here.

Ebola there.

Ebola are You the Walking Dead?

The Chinese may cure you Zombie

With some burning garlic

But they do not claim it’s a curse

The wind that carried the ghostly scent

In Monrovia to Lagos

Also blew anger that arose the Dead

To tell stories of fear of more death

Can the Preacher’s Holy Water stop

You? Ebola are You the Walking Dead?

Our People now pick curses like stones

And hurl them at the White Saviours

Why they did not come early

With a cure? Or was it the joy of orgasm?

Of sheer power and where power lies?

But Ebola are You still the Dead walking?

And now rumours and rumours of an Instigator

Rummaging through the bushes of nearby Kinshasa

Then appearing in Conakry and then where?

Carrying along to the jungle his American lab

So the markets of Freetown are free

The life in Kenema sucked dry

Loved Ones wrestling the Dead from the Dead

Littering Death by the touch of the hour

Ebola You are the Walking Dead.