Saturday, 26 October 2013

Home Dancer

Her aesthetic feet are
Zigzagging through the soils
In response to the call
Of the woods of drums
Adorned in adinkra,
Teaching and rebuking
Our fast falling homes
Turning into houses.
And now she bids me come
With luring parted lips
Giving her face a smile.
As I get nearer, behold
Her breast entangled in kente
Shaped like twin fufu balls
Protruding majestically in earthenware.
Still she bids me come
And her beaded feet massage the soils
In consonance with
Rumbling intriguing rhythms.
Leave me, my people
Let me get caught in her arms
Embracing her beauty
Adorned in kente and beads
And feel honoured.
And still she bids me 'me
Leave me, I must go.
01/ /08 Legon.

Thursday, 24 October 2013

Daily Requiem Mass

At the sundown
When the burial must be done
There will be nothing left to be interred

Each rising kills;
Each sleeping lay in state
An essential part of the body--dead

A song, a wail, a tear
All work with and for
Same result: our death!

So sing me another song of love
Tell me of roses and Shangri-la
Teach me of the father’s love
And the son’s willing sacrifice

Life with its vast marshlands
Is enough interment of desires
Dressed for a Requiem Mass
Before the quench of the final breath!

Give me wreaths to decorate my bed
Write me tributes for special messages
Lead me to my private cemetery on birthday:
These shall outlast my tombstones

Whatever is done or undone
There shall be nothing left for interment

When the final breath is gone

Saturday, 19 October 2013

Sunlight at Midnight

There is sunlight at midnight
When all things retire
And all grey time expire
There is sunlight at midnight

There are rocks of pain
Dancing in our dreams
Dogs came and stole our last meal
Bats flew over our beds, spitting faecal maters
Clouds lash us with burning light
Then smoke us in steams
And leave us in earth’s frying pan

But my love

There is sunlight at midnight
When all things retire
And all grey time expire
There is sunlight at midnight

Monday, 7 October 2013


Every thought has a corresponding feeling
Every feeling has a location in a body

The Castle leaks
Toil sinks
I cry God

We were all in the struggle falling in front
Carving paths, chronicling history

Flagstaff House leaked
Hopes sank
We cried God

Were we looking for dead crabs like those
Our basketfuls will have been more than twelve

Peduase Lodge is leaking
Joys sinking
We all are crying God

Shall we find to yet other savior-leaders?

These are thoughts
Located body feelings
I cried God.

26/01/2011 Kotobabi.