The refusal of defeat
In the mist of sleeping cobras
who had hidden their fangs,
ready to bite with the venom of discomfort,
I sat still,
in my own independent world,
breeding confidence,
with an intelligence, I learnt from my friends
Now, I was in the mist
of yawning lions, I was not tense
for the fact that I was not confident,
but for the fact that I was in danger,
well, I continued to sleep
in this lair,
till the end.
By Kakraba Afful
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