BRANCHES OF THE SAME TREE.

   I look at my hands and each has five fingers,
Though not the same,
Their difference makes them unique making the hand effective.
One is large and shot, Another thin and tall.
One is tiny in all ways, Another is Normal in all ways,
Yet only one hand wears the ring.

    In a thin file you’ll see them.
Each walking in the footstep of the other,
Their hunters hunt, their builders build,
Their workers work and their queen makes babies,
So it is among them, Though different they all come together to make a strong community of Ants, or Bees,
They maybe tiny but they know the importance of each other.

   With the sprouting of one leaf, a seed starts to grow,
From that sprout, a stem is formed, generates into many branches,
On each branch…
lot of tiny branches, on these, tiny branches,
A lot of leaves, producing food to feed the tree,

The branches may never look the same yet they are all part of the same tree, bearing leaves, food and fruits, and providing shades and shelter.
They each require each other to support the tree.

Ati gorglor dzi wonor na hafi tso dzordzor tor.
One must stand on a crooked branch to cut a straight branch.
We may be humans but we are also same as other creations.
We are different in many ways,
But in our difference lies our strength.
No two smooth surfaces can ever make a good bond when joined together.
We need each other to survive.
Ame ye nor na ame nuti hafi wo nye na zami.
(One needs help of another to go to the latrine by night).
These were the ideals that built our communities long long ago.
Kweku Anansa may be a tick star but not even he can tell his own tales,
someone else  must.
The asanka and the tapoli are always in a fight rubbing each other’s body against the other but even they know their fight is not against each other but so that they could produce a smooth well grinded paper

    Our greatest strength as a human race is our ability to acknowledge our differences,
Our greatest weakness is our failure to embrace them
My way, your way. Our Way,
His way, Her way, Their way.
When put together makes one way
For we are each, Angels with one wing,
But we can fly by embracing one another.
Let’s stop believing that our differences make us superior or inferior to one another.
For we are all BRANCHES OF THE SAME TREE.