Jumping on the dusty sand

Dizzy the feeling of little lizy

After several hours of jolly jumping

With friends on the burning sun

Jumping and jumping they jumped on

Into the sand went they

A jump splashed on their blouse

The warm earth in glee

A free gift received

Their blow to dodge and respond

Little fingers move their waste

To clasp like the thunder in pairs

Little lizy feeling giddy

Down she sits to settle with dust

In her flapping eyes went the dust

Coughing, itching and sneezing

Across the sea gulls will fly

And Mama’s voice will echo in her mind

Hami etsuru maha bo eyɛn

Bele bele baaho nsɛ

Their noise below the passing shadows

Their gaze on their nails

Did their passing, away take my colour?

The white mark on my nail, behind leave?

Else tomorrow another jumping

Jumping and jumping on the dusty sand

5. 01. 2011

   

The smell of rotten eggs blow under my feet

The smell of rotten eggs blow under my feet

So you fancy no more my curly boughs

Drop by drop went they into my bosom

My crystal waters now still, broken bottles on its top

Heavy and translucent than before.

My flow my purity:

Mockeries when told remain.

Fishes that I once outdoored

No longer thirst for my waters

My banks are deserted places, only for cold feet.

The egrets fighting on the branches for love

No longer drop their ticks

On the dyed hairdos

 Passing underneath my shade.

 Their wings will flap at night

Across my viewing sky

But who will see?

Only the smell of rotten eggs

Blowing under my desecrated feet.

As one prepares a throw of droppings into my bosom

13. 07. 2013

I will bury her tomorrow

I will bury my mother tomorrow

We’ll hold hands together

By the river bank

We’ll watch the sun rise tomorrow

And she will see it set no more.

That sun will set on our dreams

Our memories together

And leave our painting incomplete.

Unlike other days,

Alone I will return home.

She will cross the river on his wings:

The enemy of life,

 The elders to see, those I saw, heard or not.

So my heart is glad

The eternal city she will reach,

Though my answers still incomplete.

I will bury her tomorrow

Emptiness I feel that cannot be filled

But pain and hurt as I rewrite her encryption 

On the brass plate of my heart

And in the hearts of many a similar way

A similar journey before I take

Where the sun never sets

Before my sun sets no more

21. 06. 2013

At the sound of the trumpet

At the sound of the trumpet

A fleet of cars choked the entrance

Of the beautiful gate

Even before their desperate feet passed through

Its portals into them

The bride more than immaculately dressed

Like one through a dressed garden full of thorns

Holding carefully her hood

From an entanglement

An abuse

Anticipating a joyful sadness

2/6/2012

If your light must be seen

If your light would be seen in the open

It should then be kept in you

As long as it takes

Not faded or quenched

But still blazing

If not better than before

2/6/2012