Why would one not opt for a flight
A half an hour journey of flight to the garden city
And rather long it on four, such hours long to Kumasi
Such hours long, with evidence left of falls
By past pilgrims who came before thee
And fell by the road side shy of destinations.
Is time not of essence, to value its count
This far long to be given so generously out
And falls of old sergeants long before reach
Is time not relative to cost, relevant
Is cost, what accounts for time on queue?
Or is life preservation not to be the ultimate sway
Yet for the country side views to be seen, Kwahu
Some with flight jump on glide of mountains past
For the zig zag, and steep hills roads to be crossed
Some stops, on stop ways to refresh
Replenish and encounter with surprise
Others on journey voyagers of the course
To share a story with a stranger on rest stops
And say I will meet you there, where jokers walk
Under festive grounds, I will meet you there
In the company of friends we keep
And the stories we share and laughters on journey
And the quick stops for tender sensitive stomachs
This would be as an emergency on drama
To form part of the jovial tales we tell
When we talk of the time we voyaged on an adventure
I guess this is why one would not opt
On choices, options for a flight
A half an hour, on journeys flight
On road trips in Ghana, crossing
From Accra to the east, the west and the north
From the south in chase of the colorful festive celebrations
Picture by: Mariemcc
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