Thank God for manicures and
pedicures!
Wait oh! The mortar and the pestle
have neither.
But Auntie Abena with her knife and
silver shine will have to do.
Call me when our adored meal is done.
My throat will feel no calluses in
swallowing.
Kwasi Broni’s burgers and fries,
You were fun for the ride.
But my mama’s fufu and aponkye soup,
Will no lasagna rival.
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