She said she wanted a man so holy So she changed her nice African name to Molly Caring not about the meaning Only thankful for the rhyming II Kwame Attah was a farm god He did go to church on Sunday basis He lived just right With no known sins But Molly said he was […]
Buses of sainthood Toot their horns Waiting impatiently for the visiting Holy Month Horrid hearts which were shelved Stretch and open eyes Waiting for the right time to descend and blend By tomorrow, a frown will cause a dirty slap All goats must heed their owners’ calls Or risk ending up in strange pots Hot […]
Folks climb tall mountains With their voices as day wakes Pledging commitments? Funny flaws’ flaked forces fan Into action when day smiles II What are we on then? Noise pollution with no track? Time’s irritation We may hear the earth shout “bue!” Like ones whose ears itch and hurt III In wake of that time […]
When witnesses fail to talk Righteous men are eaten by the hands of the rope Yet some call themselves witnesses And witness when eyes need to close Akosua is a tier She ties herself by the Witness she has become Becoming bounded and hounded by celebrations Like a monkey whose tail is knotted on a […]
Fiery fire! Fall on fake farms who feast and feed forests fantasies which fume fecal forces II Fiery fire fall fast! For fermentations feel fabulous as fabrications shed clothes of facade and few faultless feel fear III Fiery fire flip fences! Fan the few and fall the fakes, fire facelift facetiousnesses as you flame all fake […]
The preacher Kofi Preaches for “chofi” So he always digs To live the bigs II Kofi The Sunday For that is his day He reaps for Zion And devours all like a lion III Kofi the Gyata, You’ll end in a gutter If you make all bitter By being a litter Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) […]
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