I hate fire
It can be
merciless
My aunt had
a fit and fell in it
It burnt my
face when I was blowing it
It roasted
my fingers when I fed it with wood
It burned
down our neighbour`s thatched roof
It ravaged
the hill on which every dry season
My father
cut grass to thatch our house.
But I love fire
God used it
to speak to our ancestors
It has been
known to keep enemies at bay
It keeps me
warm when I`m cold
It boils the
water that burns the lice in my clothes
It keeps the
Chief of Baforkum – now over 115 years old
Alive and
kicking
It cooks the
food with which my mother feeds me.
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