The Match To The Flagstaff House

They will come and go

whose promises are weighed

measured and found wanting.

Victory fallen on the hands which went higher

from minds heavy which can’t be sustained.

Dark sky gave birth rejoicing

and victory song chanting

when the quest at last attained.

In joy their tooting horns wept

their vuvuzelas failed not to proclaim.

They flooded the streets in their numbers

in borrowed colours and flags

which on their neck and waist hanged
with dances which have lost its shame.

The march to the flagstaff house is on

some to fill their pockets full

others to hoot and at her loot

while I wonder if they will indeed serve

in a house divided,

stained with vindictive blood

echoing in the mind’s eye

all pointing at this same hand.

Ghana was in labour

her wedding cloth she now wears

marching along with her born child across the seas.

Let no hand remove her gown

her bright cloth taint

or her baby kill

till the end of time.  



N.B 
Down memory lane with election 2016.

Thoughts of you

Oh thoughts of you that make me younger

Have preserved me to see this day.

While you were away

Memories of you couldn’t be forgotten.

Oh tell me more and all

Can I stop thinking?

When thoughts of you make me glow

Soothes my soul

And more when my light dims?

Oh sunshine that comes with a smile

The darkness to light

And away all fears to chase.

Why go with the horrors of the night

And go you far from me.

Leave your smile let it stay long

Better is it than this starless night.

Sunshine sunshine long is the night

Oh when? When cometh your smile?

How I yearn to see you

And bow to your voice.

How I desire to kiss your voice

And make love to your beauty.

Not even I can behold my beauty

Why should I let you

And believe what you feel

When you are no more than an idle dreamer?

No not once will I allow you

Let alone to the extreme go

Oh mine, if only you know

That your presence is my source of survival

Life is death if you deny me this moment

Should you die because of me

Because of my smile, my sight and my love?

What more can I wish for

When you kill me everyday

Each time I stay away

I rot and decay in this rejection

In this world of loneliness

Live without me

Together we must live

One for another and by another

Oh live without me

Not even the air that blows

Will come between us

But air is no respecter of persons

Space and privacy

How do we then elude him?

Consuming love of two and for two

Is well bounded

That none of nature’s elements can penetrate

After we lie and intertwine in a lock.

Only remain calm

For only time will tell how long.

Surprised By My Surprise

Down I came from high

Early before the set time

In a bait to see his face

Prepared a surprise

For a face that beams

Replaced because of his cold

A face like his face own

Can i keep up with the surprise?

Leaving me in this state

Surprised in my surprised

NB

Deby's visit before the agreed time

just to surprise her friend.

She nearly blew her cover 

but a timely intervention. 

Who else is closer to you

Who else is closer to you

so I get close to, 

oh friend that I love

loved from the very first day

For you I reserved a space

in my heart

where my blood has been banned

not to tread or air exhale

and all for free you refused.

So on my soil,

let not your leaves fall and drop

with the changing seasons

where your boughs ever gave shade.

The Night Has Not Began

The night has not yet began

the roaring seas fires its guns

the teaming calm with its chants

opens wide to even swallow

as they run to and fro.

An eye witness was I

when passed by I

This place I called my home

close to my place of birth

within the perimeters of my tribe

Blood sucker

You blood sucker

you get no tired

sucking the blood out of me.

With cunning words I yield to her plea

on a bed ready prepared for her victims.

She learnt it, survives doing it

sucking them all

she sucked me too.

My blood I see pumping out of its veins

into unknown hands and domains.

You blood sucker
you get no tired

sucking the blood out of my veins.

NB:

To the professional who attended to me

at the blood transfussion centre 

at Ridge Hospital

Ancient spy in the ceiling

I see you move your tiny legs

while my eyes bend to capture

on the walls 

in obscure places
always
when I come closer.

If I could only hear you

your sudden comings

If I am safe under your tree

when your gossamer I cut through.
I wish to know

Wonders untold
generations sing same

you ancient spy
Ananse
Hanging in the ceiling.

You sing and weave the loom
they daze and meet their doom
you rush out like you rush in
with wisdom of old
of the saints untold