THE EARTH IS PREGNANT

Odomankoma, creator of the universe Your wisdom espoused the Earth and the spirits Chief ghosts of our ancestors Why do fishes thirst in travelling rivers? Why Ankobra and Bosomtwe, do you not quench out thirsts? We are disgruntled tongues; send down drops to make us an ocean Your daughter, Asase Ya, blessed woman of fertility… Continue reading THE EARTH IS PREGNANT

THE RIVER TOO DRINKS

Frimpomah sits at the bank of Ankobra Eyes feeding the river with tears And Ankobra drinks with no fears Frimpomah sings a dirge “You them boys swimming You them girls fetching You them women washing If you see my mother Tell her I wait for her body.” “You them boys swimming You them girls fetching… Continue reading THE RIVER TOO DRINKS

NEVER WOULD HAVE MADE IT WITHOUT SIN

I was rebuked and ridiculed They tore my soul and body apart I could hear the wailing of my heart I was paralyzed in my seat by their comments I was dumb founded I had sinned But never would have made it without that sin I was in love with poetry I drunk it every… Continue reading NEVER WOULD HAVE MADE IT WITHOUT SIN

VOX POPULI, VOX DEI

“I won You lost You cheated The election was rigged” They charged our peaceful atmosphere with nonsensicalities To adjudicate, let’s go to the church of doom To excogitate harsh answers From the westerner’s Bible of discombobulating “Forget about the People They never will know the secrecy of our drama Death or Life, we remain their… Continue reading VOX POPULI, VOX DEI

MY LAME FRIEND ON THE STREET

  Today I saw you in suit Wanted to say you look cute But you were in an air conditioned car Yet, I still could see your pain-scar Today, you had no helping boy And so was filled with joy Valued added beggar This afternoon you eat burger Destiny change-over Drives in range rover Gives… Continue reading MY LAME FRIEND ON THE STREET

YOU REMAIN MY PRESIDENT (a tribute for John Evans Fiifi Atta Mills

In your 68 years of existence, you were reduced to a nonentity, you were ridiculed They created a platform for boys and girls Young enough to be your children and grand children to insult and mimic Your greatest achievement was not the development But your ability to resist the temptation to reply On your day… Continue reading YOU REMAIN MY PRESIDENT (a tribute for John Evans Fiifi Atta Mills