Frederick Kwesi Great Agboletey

A LIFE OF THEIR OWN

My hands shake

These hands spread out before me

Shaking all the time

Quivering, trembling, spontaneous quirks-

These hands seem to have a life of their own

Energised by uncontrollable powers

They defy my self-willed control

These hands of mine-

They do what they like

Quivering, moving

Spastic in discordant trembles

Spurting jets of nervous energy-

My mind is under control

Tight control of self-assurance

I assure myself

I am not nervous-

But these hands of mine

They defy me

They tell me something else

That I have no control-

Seeing them,

Shaking with that life force of their own

Beyond my control, alive,

Energised from sources I care less to know about-