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.