That thinly veiled titillations
Of self importance
The awkward grasp of those fleeting moments
Yet none has understood that these meaningless Refinements do nothing
But obscure our steps
In no particular order , it matters not
What your essence does , give up or
Extracted from this coated flesh
In the end nothing matters
But a floating river of endlessness
Walk with me on this path
Let’s keep on this trail
Paving the way to a distant
Land we can barely see but
In our hearts can feel it’s depth.
The gladdening hearts of these greens
Greet our feet with warmth of ethereal sensations that soothes our soul.
These paths now know our name
For in its likeness we found our shadows
So beloved let’s trudge on however wearily
Our eyes may be blind to the truths of our heart,
nonetheless a way , a narrow , winding and windy stream lulls to our approach,
Our feet may breathe at its banks and we can finally say to each other we’re home now .
Stuffing the goodies down the belly of the saint
He did not know the trails of his ominous deeds answered absent questions
The maverick laughed hysterically at the thief
The preacher made a run
And God shot him
If you knew what I had to say
My words wouldn’t need meanings
If you knew my words could pray
My heart would come and go in seasons
Nothing I would say matters
It’s already shredded into tatters
I will stare at you
Let me be the fool of the comedic gallery
I will stare at you
Let the tongues wag with gossip
I will stare at you
Let your beautiful eyes project cosmic magnificence
I will stare at you
Let your golden voice permeate my spirit
I will stare at you
Let your silky skin brush against my soul
I will stare at you
Let your enchanting smile engulf my being
I will stare at you
Let the moon be jealous of your grace
I will still stare at you
My heart’s rhetoric has been defined in your fondness and devotion.
Regardless, I will always stare at your divinity which brings me serenity .
Dedicated to all women- the mothers of mankind . Happy International Womens Day
Where have you been
Running around town?
Living your house to be decimated
By the crooked politician who
Tell lies and you believe them
Oh old citizen of fate
The rising debt saved for your progeny
Is stacking high like the skyscraper
The house has been ransacked
Come home to the emptiness
Where your wailing does you no good
Nobody will hear your cries when the dust
From your bones won’t even remember your name
Fill in the lines and write me some lies
Below the belt of belief ,
Yet I insist on the unknown path.
If the ways of the sun were obvious
Do you not think I would see it lines
In the skies,
Traveling across the distance of time
Regardless of the grand cosmic superstition.
An inwards traipsing of narrow and darkened roads,
That needs the supervision of a coach.
But it belies the little wonder of knowing
Exactly what an escape can be made of.
In that awakened sense
The last shadow that crosses my breath
Will cement its place in this glorious
Cascading ways of life
The dusk and the dawn
Have been friends for long
How did I know
shouldn’t I grow
I’m in the class of old
Maybe not ones but two folds
Riding in these cities and towns
They know I’m coming and the wages
Of sin is dread and I bring no rest
Slowly
Yes slowly
Show me thy beauty slowly
Unmask thy luminous warmth
Shade by shade
Light by light
Slowly
Let the world have a taste of thee
In all your hidden glory
When the edges of your light touches your shadow
And the cast shade blossoms into a single beam
How do I not be enthralled by your splendor
But slowly you begin to recede
The radiance humbles
You bow out
The sky rejoiced your presence
The clouds take over
A voice from distance echoes your faded sparkle
In a bellowing cry , you let out a final shine
And I , a last smile
I will not waste any time delving into the waakye/jollof debate. It’s baseless because I doubt any such comparisons will be fair.
As waakye attains a state of sainthood in the Ghanaian culinary discourse, I will like to share some proven guidelines on hacking a waakye seller in order to get the best of your money’s worth in these pressing economic times. Continue reading
