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.

who am i?

Who am I?
So harmless a question it seems,
Yes I think I know who I am.
I’m intelligent, witty, beautiful,
imaginative, and compassionate.
Hey, what about greedy,
angry, petty, distrustful, bitter?

Who am I?
This is an eye-opener;
An awareness, a little uneasiness,
I don't know me that well,
There is a dire desire
burning inside me now;
Wanting to know me.

Who am I?
Wonderfully and fearfully made I’m told;
One who has dominion over all things,
Created in the very image of Onyame.
I am who, I am.

Who am I?
They say my ancestors evolved from the apes;
Wonder what my descendents would evolve into,
Homo sapien amphibious flyer,
I am fit, thus I survive.

Who am I?
A soul searching journey
or a soul search engine;
Enter myself and what do I unearth,
A name, attitudes, skills and habits.
And my DNA, my genetic signature.

Who am I?
Why do I think the thoughts I think?
Why do I walk with a slighted limp?
Why do I feel such octaves of emotions?
But most importantly, why am I me?

Who am I?
I don't know if you’ve ask,
asked yourself who you are.
Strange but I don't think I know who I am,
I thought....., oh mine,
How can I be so daft?
I need to find meaning.

Who am I?
The way I walk, run, talk,
cry, laugh, write and sing.
Whom and where
did I pick such qualities from?
The things I have studied and learned,
How has it shaped my life and thus me?

Who am I?
I can see and feel in me,
a part of my parents,
My walk, an animation of the neighbour.
Laughter, I imitated that lady,
The one with the hatful hat,
And teacher Kwamina
has influenced my writing.

Who am I?
I’m everything I’ve heard,
seen, touched, tasted and felt.
I will be all I hear, see,
touch, taste and feel
They are traits, attitudes,
perceptions, skills and habits
Of parents, friends, neighbours,
enemies, heroes and villains

Who am I?
I’m an embodiment of all around me;
I have imitated and mimicked,
different experiences in life,
My way of such performance,
is what makes me unique.
Who am I? I am a part of you–
every one of you.