He has risen He has risen to many cherry bosoms Making sales on street beds In the mouth of the Kwahu Mountain He has risen II He has risen He has risen to countless stinking pubs On many holy grounds He has risen III He has risen He has risen to bleached bodies On many […]
Category: CULTURE
Poetry, is fast gaining roots in Ghana, and as such, there are modern poets who are helping give it a boost in the entertainment industry. I must commend the Ghana Association of Writers (GAW) for helping its members gain the recognition they need. Being what many call a prolific writer, I started writing poetry when […]
EPILOGUE: When wisdom fills the old calabash, It overflows and seeps in The sun dries it to be stronger That way it lasts with experience So was the calabash of Atanga’s Granpa On his very dying bed He called Atanga to his bed And had his last stream flow to him GRANDPA: My dear Atanga, […]
Kwaku, if we go back To the beginning of time And I pick my great sack And follow as you pluck And I pick them fruits Until I can no longer hold the sack And you help me home With a big smile Wouldn’t love feel original? […]
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UNCHAINED
She’s like sapphire Transparent in feelings, She blabbers about her dearest Embracing her absence And wearing her yearnings like a beautiful gown I feel I’m watching a weird movie I live like her, if not more occupied So why does she try to taunt me with names? Could it be her loneliness is more […]
“What? To marry a Muslim man, I’d rather stay single or kill myself. It is not that I aim to label. I know the religion is fine. People who practice it without greed do great and live with mankind in harmony, but now, many are confusing religion with their barbaric cultures and use the literal meanings of quotations from the Bible or the Quran to push their selfish desires. It seems the Bible helped Christian women to be human by specifically saying one man to a woman, the idea of Muslims being asked to marry as many as four and love them equally, which is ridiculous because to me because no man can love four women equally, makes me fear getting into any of those traps. I also pity the women whose jealousies are cocked on their chest forever.
Oration of chastity Parading of nudity Inculcation of sincerity Akweley passed the test of “Sonimouni” No rice or corn ingestion She was bathed in a river with admonition Of family ties and connection By the gathering of all hands to eat “Ho fufui” Her hands were trained on the culinary Her skills, […]
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