Prayer of a poet

Wind blew

Birds sang

Cocks crowed

Snakes hissed

Dogs barked

Cows mooed 

All were signs

To the coastal poet

To pray to the uncreated being

Up high in the skies

Above the reach

Of human hands

The God whose garments

Embers flames of fire

With yelling voice

Like the rushing waters

Released from their

Source on the Mount Everest

To the Tigris and Euphrates

To water the plants

In the Garden of Eden

So I must pray

At this hour as the sun

Retires to it abode

To paints its face

With the ink of darkness

Oh thou ancient of days

As I spread my aura

Of disappointment

At the wicked and saints

Who all call on your divine name

I summoned the minds

Of the corrupts

And wash away

The evil thought

Of the politicians

Let our wisdom guide

Our knowledge to control

Minds

Oh Lord God of mercy

Discard from

Our minds

The work of “galamsey”

And healed our tongues from lies

Mend our hearts

To hate evil

And cleanse our emotions

To flee from prostitution

Oh Lord God of mercy

Detained terrorists

For them not to visit us

With the mayhem of “bokoharam”

Give our thieves

Short hands

And confined

The breast of harlots

In their bras

Prisoned the rapists “tin”

In their trousers

Touch the hearts

Of traders

Not to cheat us with spoilt

Food stuff

Oh may the work

Of fraudsters be standstill

In the custody of the police

Oh Lord God of mercy

Caused police

To rejects bribes

From deviants drivers

Who sold their

Passengers’ lives

With “one Ghana” Cedis

In their license

To the man in black uniform

With flat file

And many pockets

Oh Lord God of mercy

Global warning

Has become a global

Issue with many

Finding ways to remediate it

Lord, touch the mouths

Of smokers

Who increased the pollution rate

Of the green house effects

With the

Meandrous smokes

From the two

Holes in their nose

Oh Lord God of mercy

I come before thee

With the eyes and mouths

Of “Apeo” lovers

Lord God, give them

A different taste

For our oil palm industry

Is gradually collapsing

As a result of drunkards

May they love only water

Oh Lord God of mercy

I can’t forget “wele or pomo” consumers

They are eating

Our shoes in their pots

Lord, we can’t afford to

Wear Chinese rubbers shoes

On this hash tropical weather of ours

Ancient God of days

This is the prayer

Of the poet from the coast

Ewurabaship (decent woman)

As I set my gaze

On the ancient

Black and white portraits

Of Ama Ghana

Hanged in grandpa’s chambers

Told a story of centuries

About the tropical

African woman

In whose era

We termed as

The period of “inkurasisem”

For dressing to please

The intelligence of the grey

Hair man

Who sat under the

“Nyame dua” to weave

Words of wisdom

For the unborn generations

I have starved my eyes

For decades

Hoping to see the era

Where uncivilized illiterate

African woman felt the

Need to cover

Her motherhood

The era where the title

Of “ewurabaship”

Was not conferred on one’s ability

To speak in the queen’s language

 But where the title

Was given by one’s

Ability to demonstrate

Decency in their dressing

Where is ewurabaship?

The era where African woman

Dressed to injured the

Appetite of rapists

A period where African

Women felt ashamed

To advertise even their legs

To the passing eyes

My tongue is stained

 With questions

And my mind pregnant

With ‘why’ and ‘how’

I weep within my soul

As the day sells

Its glory to the darkness

On why African women

Have taken the centre stage

Of exhibiting their

Motherhood to the world

Oh! Where is ewurabaship?

So our women no more feel

Shy to expose

The parts of their body

Where grandpa paid a dowry

To survey during

The midnight when

Dews fall on farmlands

Where is ewurabaship?

Is it the education?

That we were told to make

Us wise rather causing

Our women to be fools?

Where is ewurabaship?

The illiterate African woman

Who never read the alphabets

Demonstrated the

Sense of ewurabaship

But the generation

Whose thought

Are guided by philosophies

And theories

See no need to cover

Their nudity on the streets

Where is the era of ewurabaship?

translation of words (inkurasisem means a barbaric act. Nyame dua is a tree called alstonia boonei)

BRING BACK OUR GIRLS

Their thoughts sting

Than apis melifera

Protecting their honey pots

In the tropical rainforest

They dress in hooliganism

Under the pretext of divine crusade

At the total detriment

Of young and innocent souls

Their actions bring

Sorrow and grief to the hearts

Of the world

They fight defenseless girls

Only when men have

Gone back to their chambers

And wins the battle of kids

With their diabolic machinations

Oh! You blood seeking vampires

Unveil yourselves open

And face the realities

Of the two-bar hollow weapon

That monstrously cries to destroy

The skins of the terrorists

Like yourselves

You trouble makers

Put on your accoutrement

And fight the world

Don’t hide and fight

With the word of the mouth

Or demand exchanges

Because real men

Fight openly untill they win

We shall extract you

From your evil hiding holes

For the desert beast

To feed on your bitter bodies

Vultures shall reject

Your shameful skins

To the maggots

To suck your evil blood

From your veins

Bring back our girls

Bokoharam

Bring back our girls

You evil worshippers

And sons of vampires

Bring back our girls

LETTER TO HER

She caged my defenseless

Body in her belly for nine months

Protecting me to have life

While she suffered

Vomiting and nausea

But her joy was to

Bring forth the

Substance in her protruding tummy

She allowed my toothless

Mouth to suck her breast

In order to survive

The pains of hunger

When my sluggish hands

Could not carry the weight

Of her breast

But to fiddle around it

When I could not find

The way to my own mouth

She milked me till I smiled

I could only pay her back

For feeding my hungry stomach

With enough milk

By urinating and defecating

Myself on her laps (hahaha pampers came late…lol)

And taking pride

In my rude action

By laughing out

My toothless mouth to her

She would just smile back

At my actions and say to me

Son…are you alright?

When she heard my shrill cry

From afar

She ran to protect me

Although she didn’t understand

The words of my cry

She tried to comfort me

She carried me

On her alms with the utmost care

On my sick cot

She spent several nights

Thinking about my health

While others enjoyed the merits

Of their beds

This is my letter to her

Happy mother’s Day to you