The Waakye Conundrum

I woke up this morning already dazed,
Dreaming of waakye, my usual delight,
Beans and rice, a composition of colour,
The salad, macaroni, and spicy stew,
Shito, the egg, and oh, the chicken,
All dancing in my head, a delicious spectacle,
Each minute makes the craving stronger,
My willpower wavers, my lips are watering.

My body rebels at the taste of beans,
Yet here I am, drooling on my pillow,
Waakye has me under its spell,
A love story filled with joyous devouring,
And painful ends that come creeping,
I know the outcome, it’s no secret,
But the call of waakye is just too sweet,
A battle I’m destined to lose this morning.

I picture the plate, vibrant and full,
The various colours beckoning like a siren’s call,
My brain says no, but my heart’s a fool,
Imagining that first, glorious, savoury mouthful,
What’s a few troublesome boils in this dance,
A few days of discomfort for this romance,
Alas, logic fades, temptation wins,
I’m headed to the vendor, grin on my face.

Goodbye, common sense, you did try,
But waakye’s charm is too strong,
The longing in my belly prevails,
I prepare for the beans, come what may,
Spoon in hand, I savour each bite,
Knowing full well, the price I’ll pay,
Yet for now, it’s a moment of bliss,
A culinary fling I cannot resist.

The plate’s now empty, my smile fades,
Reality knocks, I feel the stir,
My stomach grumbles, a warning sound,
The love affair now takes a turn,
But hey, for waakye, it’s worth the ache,
Even if tomorrow brings regret,
For today, joy outweighed the pain,
In this absurd, palatable quest.

Tomorrow I’ll swear off beans again,
Feign resolve with a stern face,
But deep down, I know the truth,
Waakye will call, and I’ll embrace,
The cycle of craving and consequence,
A tale as old as breakfast itself,
For some loves are worth the cost,
Even if they end with a belly’s revolt.

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