It dawned.The sun was leavingits heavenly bedroom.Mighty hunter Agyareturned to the home.He hunted in vainall night in the forest.He was very tired and disappointed.Near the old cedar-treeAgya noticedsome strange creature of the underworldwho looked like hairless horned apewith bat wings.Horror embraced his heart.His body began to tremble.With big difficultyHe shot with arrowthe creature.It thundered.Strong windbegan to blow.Unearthly laughterwas heard in the air.The dying creaturesaid to the hunter:"You are killing me now.But I will be alive again.I will come into your dreamsand your soul will feelhellish torments"Agya came to his village.Touch of death was seenin his eyes. Poem inspired by traditional Ghanaian tales
Oh my God! He is alone again.It is worse than in the desert.These people are harder than stone.Yonder disciple lies who is considered dearest to the Teacher.He slumbers like all, perhaps his sleep is sounder than othersbecause he is the youngest. I am alone awake.I suffer together with him here.But I am dumb as wall. Nobody notices me.I am like shadow. Perhaps I am not humanand I do not have my own soul.
With big sack full of sweet giftsfor the little children.Santa Claus is going on the heavenly skissurrounded by fabulous foxes and birds.
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