Orokoto, under the mango tree

When the furious fire at the top

melts down all its wax,

under the mango tree we shall all be

not for its refreshing shade

but the undying fire which rest beneath

Hahaha

Fire that consumes not the body

but the doubting thoughts

fire which peels off your skin

to look younger than before

Hahaha

No one knows my name and liveth

call me the stranger under the mango tree at Orokoto

who spits fire that burns no smoke

whom none knows his abode

I remember ...
where the sun shines at dawn
I remember...

where the sky meets the earth

Hahaha

I shall tell you no more

but this fire that comes from my lips

They fear me because of it

but I fear it too though from me

because it can burn
its own
its foes

Hahaha

Call for a fall

How I wish you opened up this curtain

to uncover this tears of rage

falling and not stopping.

To see what I see

what gathers like a thick cloud

Come quick!

At the banks I stand

flowing deep

the waiting river

Calling swift

the unending fall.

I bade it all fare well

As I bade it all fare well

As the reality wind blew over me

And cooled to ashes what has been burnt

I am without her

She is without me

Alone, lonely, frail and feeble

Flowers fine

Memories mountain mine

I fought hard to gain

And very easily I lost

I made my mark

I gave my best

It was worth trying 

Than fearing it all to try

Never laugh at my bravery

I bade it all fare well

I am without her

She is without me

Life goes on

All that matters

To continue to show love

Drown In That Daze

Dark, darker than the darkest pits

She wore even around her neck and hips

Like the noise of many waters in a dance

Flowing down and never getting down

She sat I stood

Wave it all I couldn’t

But stir and confess and aroused

By this great crowd

Be there here with me

Always, when I go in

Come in, come with it

Always, whenever you pass by my inn

Because I will be there waiting

Your flood to carry me away

Like that day

Who cares if I drown in that daze

Kangaroo in a putty

In silence I held it to my bare chest

like a little kangaroo in a putty

very delicate when handed over

what was wrapped in my colours.

I only knew little

what she did

till I realized it was more.

I praised not her gift

but what underlain the giving

that has intruded on my innocence

and left in its stead

this endless wonder.

You are beautiful

Best things come to those who wait

Beautiful things will not wait

When all the time you waste

To tell or have, you must with all haste

How beautiful all what you saw

At the entrance of your world

How you yearn to have it all

If not for others who needed more

And crawl if can’t walk

And mimic if can’t talk

Just to tell them all

That the beautiful one is born

Never to expect another

But treat the rest the lesser

While you sit close to her

And far far away from them

NB:

Dedicated to Nana Agyeiwah 

my match

I throw a match

To set ablaze

Without smoke this flame

This fire that burns not

That inspires that relieves

And leaves not ashes or hatred

But peace and joy within