Of A Lizard

My right-eye is swollen like a wake-up call,
How can i see without some medication?
My mind is activated and, who can take care of this eye?
I need the local medicine prescribed by my mother,
Because i have no money to visit the Doctor.
Sad as a Ghanaian, i am noted with my words;
With the words of my mother like the words of Africa!
No work and no money,
With no doctors to visit on this issue;
But sharp as a knife,
My mind speaks as you read on.
'Take the white from the faeces of a lizard and,
Mix it with water to apply it to your swollen eye';
This was the very local African Medicine for my eye.
Here in Africa,
We have more to do for our survival!
And here at home,
I do have more to learn as well.
Applying this method to my eye solved it all,
So the Doctors should learn from it;
Maybe, they need the chemical make up of these faeces.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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