Memories that travel

The heat and waters call out in a tranquil voice “Akwaaba”.
Everybody answers the name “Charley”
And most sentences end with Kraaaa and Paaaa
The market women yell out endearments like
“Oh swetim!” to entice you to their wares
Then yell out obscenities, should you refuse to oblige.
No matter how straight a girl looks,
Beware! She might have junk in her trunk.
I love the variety in ‘Waakye’, how it spices my life
I went to see a friend but ended up with friends
I love to wear ‘kente’, and run along the beach
And I hope that someday it will be the Atlantis I see.

Vera