tis christmas

On a light harmattan morning,
A gaily festivity descended on us,
And an aroma of carols filled all,
Tis Christmas, the bells tolled.

Christmas is a fulfilled promise,
Of God’s promise, His love,
Our hearts gladden with joy.
Tis Christmas, the bells tolled.

A christened celebration of gaiety,
With wishes and presents and you,
A greater love our earth rejoices,
Tis Christmas, the bells tolled.

Merry tidings, we freely share,
As we’ve receive, so do we give,
To fulfil the vision – oneness of us,
Tis Christmas, the bells tolled.

i saw an eclipse

Way before the day, people anticipated;
Even in this day and age, there were rumours.
What will happen, those few minutes?
Is it the end? The silence in people’s heart.
A massive educational campaign, unveiled;
Fit for an “Information Era”, reasons, effects.
Then emerged the entrepreneurs,
Good or bad, money had to be made,
In a globalised economy, consumerism reigns.
Souvenirs and artefacts manufactured;
Like hot cakes on market day, it sold.
Then came the day, I marvelled;
And darkness enveloped the morning,
A David defeats Goliath replay,
The moon eclipsed the sun in the day,
Not even the atrocities of human brutalities;
Or a government decreed curfew,
Could not have achieved such calm,
Quietness roared and stillness danced a waltz.
A stop work sign post, erected in ants territory,
Productivity and creativity slowed to a halt;
Truth and forgiveness filled the hearts of men.
God is wonderful, our Creator is alive;
He got us all attentive and sharp eared.
The wows echoed in the hearts of men–
The good, the bad and the evil;
In those few minutes, prayers and promises,
To God, to self and to others we made–
A start, a new beginning, resolutions penned,

An eclipse, I long for one each moment.

a drop of libation

My ancestors’ prayed a prayer,
By pouring strong drink onto earth,
It sounded different, but unto God,
They prayed and implored
Twerepom Kwame, a drink,
We show you this drink,
But we do not offer it to you.
Asaase Yaa, a drink,
All ye gods and goddess, a drink
Spirits and souls of our ancestors,
Of our great motherland, a drink,
A drink we offer thee.
This day, we entrust ourselves,
your people, our country and
your realm into your hands;
Our request, your divine guidance,
The peace and joy, you offer;
A plentiful harvest and good health.
Wisdom, we ask, for our leaders,
The executive, judiciary and legislators.
For ourselves, we solicit for love,
Of self, neighbour and of nation.
An adherence to truth and
Obedience of the laws of the state.
Any force, which will arise,
Against our kingdom and its people,
Seeking to hamper the harmony,
And the prosperity you have created,
Any power, that hounds our sovereignty,
We cast to you, O sea god, a drink,
Drown and swallow them, a drink,
A drink to all you gods, a drink.

dilemma of a marriage

Like bees to nectar, we became attracted;
Through encouragements and devotions,
Confidants and best friends we became.
“For better, for worse, in sickness and in health”,
A solemn vow, entered in a joyous mood,
In the midst of our families and friends,
A beautiful whole, we have become.

A truly harmonious marriage, we visualised;
A common good, we sought to seek,
The sun as our guide, till the dusk of life.
A hovering cloud, a little shower of rain–
A bump on asphalt and cracks appeared,
With regrets, I curse that moment,
For we were the happiest of them all.

Accusations, allegations and fault finding;
Quarrelsome acts, substituted for our love,
Mercy recoiled, reason slipped to town,
Emotions nestled itself in the cranial cavity.
Two dichotomized beings, we evolved into,
Different contexts, two distinct individuals,
A far cry from a stunning couple.

How could love have escaped us?
Our laughter was music for the birds,
Blessing found its presence in our sight,
Joy, the winged fairy, lighted our paths.
And dedication felt warmth in our embrace,
How, she longs for such melodious passion,
A crossroad, our marriage has come to.

perceptions

Perception resides on an angular plateau,
Measured by its height and depth,
Of exposure to relationships and pieces,
In knowledge and experiences of life.

Like opinions, it differs with individuals,
Yet perception is stronger than truth,
As deceptive as a mirage, it’s the nucleus
Of emotions, which forges our attitudes.

Each of us is an island of thoughts;
Twisted in wavering philosophies,
Understanding ludicrously embedded–
In differing muses and layers of perspectives.

In such opulence, is diversity nurtured,
Ennobled to accommodate differences,
We dwell in slums and ruins of thoughts,
To wholesomely perceive an act as odd.

Perception, you pronounce judgements;
Prejudicing our thoughts and actions,
Taunting, insulting and criticizing others,
Are you not projecting your acts on us?

Perception, source of Einsten’s relativity;
Why triumph over the blunders of others?
When only Time determines substance,
Always, leaving in its trail, a slum of regrets.

happiness

Who are you? O happiness;
Rivers, seas and oceans crossed,
Valleys, hills and space covered,
To seek thee, to find thee;
To our wits end and more,
Reveal yourself to us.

In dreaminess, we visualise you,
Non finds you in the present.
Glimpses of you, we have caught;
In the past, wetting our appetites,
And unearthing our voracity,
Deluded hopes, fill our days.

Where are you? Reveal yourself;
Everywhere, have we looked,
Stuck somewhere in the middle,
We know not, what we search,
Actions, thoughts probed and sifted,
Why do you continually elude us?

Happiness, a two course meal;
Served as rationality and emotions,
The recipes, philosophers offer,
Revelry, sincerity, consumption,
The actions and activities sold us;
By gurus, the clergy and conmen.

An inherent mystery twisted,
Deceptions, deaths and drama;
Pursuits, conceived and executed,
To know and attain your personality,
You are an illusionary activist,
Differing in definitions and moments.

You are desirable, O Happiness;
And mischievously enchanting,
Synonymous with the sun and sex,
Opposites we pass through;
Yearning and craving for you,
With honeycomb inspirations.

broken heartedness

Evening’s lure sent me strolling in pubs,
Then I found her, staring into a glass
Half full with wine, red as redeem;
There she sat, laughing her tears out.

A glass of wine and a solitary woman,
A perfect pair for a shivering hunter,
Seeking a snuggle, a burrow and a thrill;
Sliding next to her, I offered a shoulder.

Blinded to beauty and deaf to sensations,
Her sphere of thoughts was a galaxy away,
Her whims and wishes cast in concrete;
Her emotions soured with vengeance.

Short, icy replies, my conversations stirred,
Aerated anger aired, purged with ferocity,
An accommodating heart has hardened;
And revulsion tinged everything around her.

Thwarted fantasies had exhausted her,
Draping her strength with livid illusions,
As marooned as a pirate with emotions;
Her world was narrow and dark as hell.

Meaning has lost footing on solid ground,
Like shattered glass, her thoughts scattered,
Incited, infuriated and resigned to evil;
Her purpose, a revenge seeking compassion.

i caught a nap

Knackered and weary,
I closed my eyes;
The cool murmur of a breeze,
Hovered over me.
Picking me up like a leaf,
Caught in the wind,
Over planets and galaxies,
Into another world, it set me.

Supple, gentle snores,
Echoed around me,
Tranquillity filled my nostrils, and
Light-headedness enveloped me.
Into space I floated,
A thousand dreams, I dreamed,
And freshness breathed on me.
It was a nap I caught.

colour black

Black is beautiful and bold,
The strength of all colours,
Source of happiness and sorrow;
Of clout and of luxury.

You absorb all things, O black,
Presence and absence of colour,
From thee, light takes it meaning.
You are the north.

You are the blend of all,
Your nature is unifying,
Style emerged from you,
And gracefulness is your stem.

Fallacious, the lies spread;
Taunted reasoning, they lack.
Who can soil thee?
In purity were you brood.

In you we associate our beliefs;
Perfection, prosperity, prestige
Sexy, elegant and powerful.
Strangely, we mourn in you too.

pretty woman

The very first glimpse of you,
Blinded me like the sun’s rays,
Like a transfiguration, you stood;
Like fascination, my nerves stirred.

Erupting affection and longing,
My thoughts filled with fantasies,
Like taste, I savoured every moment;
Like selfishness, I wanted you for myself.

Your smile inebriated my spirit,
My will, I humbly lay at your feet,
Like a servant, I’m at your service;
Like the sunflower, I bow at your rising.

Your gracefulness emits delight,
Gleefully composed to glorify nature,
Like precision, your stride steps splendidly;
Like a red carpet, I scatter flowers for you.

As finical as chocolatey, your skin,
Marinated in shea butter, sweltered by sun,
Like glow, it radiates within sight’s radius;
Like elegance, you carve lustfulness in men.

An undulating landscape, your curves,
Shaped to fit the contours of the palm,
Like yearning, my thoughts welled desire;
Like enthusiasm, sensuality flourished.

The first words out of your mouth,
The wax melted out of my hearing,
Like mesmerise, I heard melodic tunes;
Like surrender, obedience is my maxim.

Oblige me to smile your pain away,
Filling your thoughts with happiness,
Like forever, our blissful moments will last;
Like an empress, soaked in an aromatic bath.

corruption is dead

What nature have you created for yourself?
You back-stabbing, sleazy fraudster;
Your temperament is tainted, and non
Wants to be publicly associated with you,
Yet, your features are embossed on souls;
Strange, you imprison a nation and a continent.

You have not an ounce of honour, nor dignity;
A blood vow to usurp sincerity and wisdom,
Your siblings’ are greed and gluttony,
Acquaintances with misdeeds and negligence,
You perpetrate greed and egoism in men.
Pranks and a hoax you played on my people.

How did you achieve such a dramatic feat?
You bait my people with mirages of wealth;
Entangling an endowed continent in your web,
Hunger, sickness, famine, poverty and death –
You unleashed. You have humiliated justice
And freedom has lost its footing on solid ground.

How proud and boastful you have become;
You have given power to fools and sycophants,
Wise and frank men have to bow before them.
You even control the hearts of those who speak,
Against you, and royalty squirms in our presence,
Your snickering angers me.

You have caused men to isolate honesty,
Humiliated and crippled, she is mocked.
A trap for candour, have you laid in his misery,
Hoping to cower him into submission,
But the thread of light at the end of the tunnel,
Is hope for sincerity and faithfulness to sprout.

Like Romulus and Remus, I’m distinguished;
Genuineness was my nurse and confidant,
Truth taught me oratory skills and guts,
Boldness helped me take my first steps,
And Integrity has being my best pal.
Now I’m all grown up and I’ll crush you.

I plucked the first fruits of faithfulness;
Inspiring candour to rise from his misery,
Virtue is in the pink, smiling with a grin,
And values, is visiting homes evangelising
A formless campaign strategy to box you in,
The message – let us eradicate corruption.

Your tricks laid to bare, disgrace is snarling,
And humiliation has shown it true character,
Corrupt men have regrets written on their faces
They hate themselves for buying your lies,
Their hearts and souls, have we won back;
A changed people, an enhanced perspective

They understand the harm they caused others;
Pardon us, forgive our injury, they pleaded,
And the aroma of forgiveness filled the air.
They are giving back to society what they stole,
A hundredfold, a thousandfold and more,
They are conscious of their actions now.

Come, let us rejoice; for corruption is dead;
And prosperity, has returned to our homes again
Our ancestors twitch no longer in their graves;
The distorter, of our adult and youth is no more.
Her reign has been toppled; her ashes scattered,
A new queen, Integrity, rules our hearts and mind.

hi-life music

Ke ke ke, sounds the fritwiwa;
Signalling the band, a 1-2-3 and go,
In a harmonious unison, bells,
An array of drums, strings, triangles,
A xylophone, trumpets, flutes, shakers,
Belt out a virtuosic instrumental style,
A blend of mono and poly beats;
The tempo of rhythms; pleasantly pleasing,
Fills the atmosphere with melody,
Pulsating and vibrant, the thumping,
Shakes Asaase Yaa to its feet.

Enters the rich baritone voice and voices,
Words and phrases, arranged,
To follow an intonation’s contour,
Awakening the soul, stimulating bubbly,
And spirited movements, dancing we call it.
Gleeful faces, radiating smiles,
Hearts full of ecstasy, Shouts of joy,
Whistling, clapping, and laughter echoing
Into the clouds and the galaxies in space.
Tis our appreciation for music so sweet,
So tunefully harmonious with nature,

Tis hi-life, nature’s own song of joy,
It’s her melodic conversation with us,
To stimulate our emotions and pulses,
Hi-life, an awe-inspiring experience,
Healing our sorrows and life itself,
Elevating souls above existence,
The message carried far and further,
It quivers and quickens our empathies,
Feelings of goodwill, peace and love,
Its hi-life, the buoyant tempo music;
The richest tune known to mankind.

a poisoned arrow

Like a mist, she glides across the spaces,
Draped in beauty’s stunning gown,
And charmed with adornment by chic–
She decrees presence, magical as a sweep.

As desirous as arousal, she invokes men,
Throbbing hearts and engulfing fantasies,
They smile logic away, citing emotions–
And their souls, they trade for her attention.

As shivery as a feather, her victims select,
Embracing their egos with her sensuality,
Swollen headed and pulsating buoyancy–
They convulse admiration into arrogance.

A heady partner, she stimulates virility,
Intoxicated with love, impelled with sex,
Served deliciously with erotic exquisite–
Good men, tasting her, let loose of selves.

Experiencing tidal waves of orgasmic ecstasy,
Respected men rupture their reputations,
Many a broken homes, a wrecked society–
The radiations emitting from her flight path.

The hearts of men, her flight’s destination,
An arrow poisoned with the deadliest toxin,
Evocating sensuality, men’s virtue diminishes–
Heedlessness and haughtiness, hang their heads.

time

Time, he’s timely and constant,
He waits for no man,
And he’s more expensive,
Than any substance on earth.

Time, he determines progress,
Fads and patterns wait on him,
And he’s more consistent,
Than any trendy trend that ever was.

Time, he shows no emotions,
Nor rationalisation either,
And the past, present and future,
Are meaningless themes of humanity.

Time, are you real or perceived?
We can’t see, hear, taste, touch or feel you,
And yet we sense you always.
Relativity’s breathe hinges on you.

Time, how do we define you?
A formless form or a form of formless?
A true and independent leader,
Every being and system depends on you.

Time, you are the ultimate judge,
Our deeds you rinse before our eyes,
Rich and poor, the famous and nameless,
And a few, you adorn with your lei.

Time, can you pause for a moment?
A step ahead, you always are,
We pant, trying to pace with you,
We can’t catch you, yet we try.

youthful bliss

A time ago, youthfulness was my friend;
And my solitary taste was pleasure,
Laughter was the jingle of the music,
Indulgence, my escort to and from places.

He initiated me in smoking’s abode;
Two shrines for vodka and beer, I built,
And sexuality soared through the clouds,
Mesmerising gratification, my world view.

In heightened bliss, my conscience perished;
Diffused into a seductive enigma,
And drowned in the ideals of enthralments,
Warnings, splashed as graffiti on walls, ignored.

As swirl as mighty, I slowly exhale;
A rapturous state of bungee jumping,
And the kicks I got, perpetual sovereignty,
Harder to describe, blissful to experience.

Such has been my verve, until now;
Time has metamorphosed into adulthood,
And I have not the moment to spare,
Marriage, children, work and responsibilities.

How I wish I can turn back time;
A bagful of misgivings, a pricey price to pay,
Differently, and cautiously, would I have lived.
‘Better late than never’, the chorus I now sing.

happy birthday

Every day seems,
Feels, the same
Then it’s a birthday,
It’s different.

Liken the feel,
To fantasies
Dreamy sprinkled sensations,
It’s astounding.

Silvery collection
Gifts, presents
Swirling all around,
It’s wonderful.

A birthday
Happy birthday
Wishes from everybody,
It’s enthralling.

you

The smile of You;
Makes me fall in love,
My brain empties,
And I cannot think.

The sight of You;
Makes my heart beat faster,
My knees wobble,
And I get tongue tied.

The touch of You;
Makes my skin radiates,
My groin tightens,
And I’m merrily aroused.

The taste of You;
Makes me shiver in excitement
My lips quiver,
And I drool hysterically.

The smell of You;
Makes me crave for youthfulness,
My senses awaken,
And I hate adulthood.

The feel of You;
Makes me sense my individuality,
My style magnifies,
And I want you, again and again.

an addict's mirage

I had seen it on television and in movies,
In novels, tales and legends, have I heard,
What it felt like – the ups and the downs,
The ecstasies, the sensations and deflations.

Like the aroma of freshly baked bread,
The scent floated and wafted towards me,
The picturesque presentation of the act,
Invoked in me, an enigmatic craving.

In pursuit of adventure, my ego ballooned;
Like a fresh fragranced flower in the morn,
Like the tantalising tingling taste of a fruit,
My senses seduced, my mind made up.

The first time, my world was mesmerised,
Enchanted in luxury, sparkling with liveliness,
I tasted ecstasy’s rapture on a blissful plain,
And experienced light’s illuminating flare.

It was the ultimate vacation terminus;
Where neither time, nor space had sovereignty,
A little paradise where worries waned,
And dreams dwelt deep in dignity.

I was the creator, the king and the subject,
And I could slip in and out of it anytime,
It was my world and I reigned with pleasure,
It was fun, until it took control of me.

A revolutionary republic turned rebellious,
A prince turned prisoner, I lost myself,
A dictator turned devotee, I’m called names,
A creator, addicted to the decrees of his creature.

Farcical, but my escapades got me captivated,
All I wanted was to ride an enthralling ecstasy,
A lift, and a laugh later, I became a loser,
An addict’s mirage, drenched in a spit of saliva.

an escape destination

In between life’s harsh experiences,
An escape destination, designed
To ease our afflictions and woes–
Imagines of the ideals birthed there.

This destination, not a faraway, is
Encased in a cavity, inside our heads,
Therein the brain lies, holding minds–
Enabling thoughts and imaginations.

Such thoughts – called different names,
Fantasizes, dreams, ideas, obsessions,
Powerful enough to effect orgasms–
Is better than a wealth of knowledge.

They bring smiles into our hearts,
A source of inspiration, from whence
Hope dwells for a perfected world–
Imaged and internalised for tomorrow.

A destination where adjectives and verbs,
Are a couple unified in pursuit of feats,
Visualised without faults and failures–
That manifests the dominion of man.

Tis strange, such beautiful destinations,
Welled in people, yet doldrums reigns,
As ruthless as reality, callously insensitive–
To bruises and wounds, hurts and pain.

My imagines, an escape destination;
Creates and recreates, models of scenarios,
Of ideas, fantasies, aspirations and hope–
Preciously pricey, beyond wealth’s worth.

please, marry me

Fistfuls of marriages, idyllic marriages;
Lots of both, have I seen,
I know not, what mine will be-
But I pray thee, please marry me.

My hopes for tomorrow, are centred,
On us, you are the affirmation of me,
How else, can I inhale and exhale-
But on my knees, please marry me.

Like a rudder, you steer my vessel,
We are bound for better and/or worse,
Fare we well, the wind’s taken sail-
You are my compass, please marry me.

Every new day, I fall in love again,
With you, my heart beats as a devotee,
By your side, I want to spend my days-
Doting on you, please marry me.

My poise is in you, my sight and vision,
Your eyes like mirror, I see myself in it,
With elegance, you groomed a gentleman-
I offer thee this ring, please marry me.

alchemy of ecstasy

I’m caught in a web of erotic appeal;
Magnetised by the sense of quivers,
Of thine curvy body against mine–
Summoning, senseless sensual passions,
Unequalled in phantasm’s obsession,
Gratifying and addictive as desire’s allure.

The splendid sound of your breath,
Grasping for air before you moan;
The glittery gaze in those starry eyes,
As my lips cautiously steals a kiss,
The silky glow of your supple skin–
Sensationally slavers my thoughts.

Imagines of you and me submerged;
Beneath the waves of a hot sweat,
Exploring curvatures, arches and the archway–
With tiny bites and kisses of desire,
Surrendering our senses to sensitivity,
And arousing moans and groans.

Searing through a rhapsodic pleasure,
We merged as one, lifted above bliss,
Onto an orgasmic plateau, paused eternally,
Transcending the limits of delight,
Into the cavernous depths of ecstasy,
Expanding eroticism’s exalted emotions.

a tribute

The spirals of September carried our son,

To the edge of life, beyond our reach,

Where fate resides; in his arms luxuriating.

A deep chilling silence has engulfed us,

And sorrow hath clenched our hearts,

A bleeding why? We howl and scream.

A greater son, the motherland has lost,

His fall, a thud louder than the oak tree,

Trembled and humbled the nation.

He’s no more, our son, brother and father,

Fallen and cold, a nation laments,

A statesman chaste, a finest man.

Amongst wise and bold, his name writes,

In golden letters, his deeds glitters bright,

A selfless service, he journeyed in life.

Our country and God, he served wholly,

Dirges, the drums beat, bellowing sadness,

That hath frozen our hearts and limbs.

Wreaths we arrange instead of bouquets,

With heads bowed and arms folded,

We wail, ‘cause our eyes froth with tears.

‘Ewurade nfa wo nsie yie’, a prayer implore,

Amidst our sorrowful sobs and sniffles,

‘Damirifa due’, a triumph chorus we sing.

arrogance of men

How apt, the way they affront us;

We, who made them leaders of the people,

We, who sang and chanted the slogans,

Bracing threats and trial, we gave hearts.

We gave little, they spurred with motivation;

We give much and they suffer arrogance,

Obsessive infatuations, as truth they preach,

Requiring us to eulogized them.

Admitting no limits, and clothed in conceit.

Their confidence has sadly gone awry,

Swathing inefficiencies and inner emptiness,

They venerate hollow edifices of ego now.

Manufactured eminence, they vaunt over us,

Causing us to dwell woefully on our limitations,

Fearing exposure, they suppress our views,

Using the media as their propaganda machinery.

They are afraid to become ordinary men;

Their pride has concretised into a hard crust,

And maturity has escaped them, insulating

Their senses and making them insensitive.

With bloated bellies and boastful tongues,

Chauvinism, lust and greed, has filled their hearts,

We, who hailed them, now covet their crucifixion,

And why not, they have become arrogant.

Arrogance is a viral disease – disseminating;

Breeding intolerance and manifesting egoism,

It’s the dominion of effrontery, pompously uppity,

A barrier on our will to love it has erected,

How can we hand leadership to diseased men?

They will, but contaminate us with their infirmity,

Our children, our image created, are at risk,

Rid men of their arrogance, our souls plead.

silence, a deadly virus

We do not know how to talk;

To ourselves and to each other,

We never object to anything, for

Events and issues seem like a mile away,

Thus, we keep quiet, lest we falter,

For silence is golden, we’re taught.

Individuals, organisations and governments,

They mine favourable coverage from us–

We succumb, because we’ve been bought,

Our souls, privatised for profit making,

Has inflicted a soft self-censorship wound,

Infectiously contaminating diversity.

Violence, harassment, and intimidation;

To those who dare speak out, none is secure.

Like a newsletter, our media has become,

The airwaves, filled with one sided views,

Featuring indoctrinatory and scheming stories,

Fed to us like dogs on leashes.

O, how we long for truth and freedom;

Our courage has waned and we are afraid,

We hesitate to challenge our patrons,

And the quiet, has strangled our tongues,

Unleashing stutters at diverse opinions;

For the good men refused to nothing.

Our minds, scorched from thoughtlessness,

Cling hysterically to a kowtowing chorus.

Our throats are parched, from inactivity;

And we’re afraid to engage in conversations.

Freedom of speech has lost its connotation,

Because we refrain from freedom of thought.

What vacuum has our silence caused?

Extremism, radicalism and fanaticism;

Leaving in its trail betrayal, treachery and regrets,

Why? Because, we didn’t raise our voice;

In the face of problems and atrocities,

Silence rained, its dark clouds misted our senses.

Silence, the deadliest virus has awoken;

It withers the tongue and shrivels the lips,

Its symptoms, correctness on the planes of

Politics, economics, religion and society,

Who can escape this plague?

When words have become fugitives.