Fly

There are chickens
That shit on and eat from the ground
And in these times that sort do abound
Eagles that soar
high up in the sky
Are fewer by far and much more renown

To live in the sky
You must first learn to fly
Leap from a ledge
And spread your wings wide
Because after that moment
When you think you might die
Comes the moment when you
Will feel most alive

It came to me…

Macabre poetry after the style of the Nursery Rhyme, This is the House that Jack Built. Enjoy!

It came to me…
It came to me
like a stab in the back

It came to me
like a stab in the back
in the dark

It came to me
like a stab in the back
in the dark
by a friend

It came to me
like a stab in the back
in the dark
by a friend
that I loved like a brother

It came to me
like a stab in the back
in the dark
by a friend
that I loved like a brother
who called my Mum, Mother

It came to me
like a stab in the back
in the dark
by a friend
that I loved like a brother
who called my Mum, Mother
but then slept with the girl that I liked

It came to me
like a stab in the back
in the dark
by a friend
that I loved like a brother
who called my Mum, Mother
but then slept with the girl that I liked
who then moved away to a city that sat in a bay

It came to me
like a stab in the back
in the dark
by a friend
that I loved like a brother
who called my Mum, Mother
but then slept with the girl that I liked
who then moved away to a city that sat in a bay
but I forgave him in the end, because he was my friend
and he promised we’d always be cool

It came to me
like a stab in the back
in the dark
by a friend
that I loved like a brother
who called my Mum, Mother
but then slept with the girl that I liked
who then moved away to a city that sat in a bay
but I forgave him in the end, because he was my friend
and he promised we’d always be cool
When we grew, he traced that girl down and told her the truth,
Convinced her until, she knew it was true

It came to me
like a stab in the back
in the dark
by a friend
that I loved like a brother
who called my Mum, Mother
but then slept with the girl that I liked
who then moved away to a city that sat in a bay
but I forgave him in the end, because he was my friend
and he promised we’d always be cool
When we grew, he traced that girl down and told her the truth,
Convinced her until, she knew it was true
So we started dating, and courting and stuff
Got engaged then got married on a church on a bluff

It came to me
like a stab in the back
in the dark
by a friend
that I loved like a brother
who called my Mum, Mother
but then slept with the girl that I liked
who then moved away to a city that sat in a bay
but I forgave him in the end, because he was my friend
and he promised we’d always be cool
When we grew, he traced that girl down and told her the truth,
Convinced her until, she knew it was true
So we started dating, and courting and stuff
Got engaged then got married on a church on a bluff
He was my best man, in a bow-tie and tux
Danced with my sister and they hit it off
The got married a year later and she got a job pushing data
Both of us couples bought houses
in that city that sat on a bay
the same place I dated, got married and stuff
two blocks from the church that sat on a bluff
where he was my best man in a bow-tie and tux

Am I repeating myself?
I probably lost too much blood
Hold on…
This is a simile
a figure of speech
and yet my juices are spilling
like an overripe peach
Yegads!
I realize
I really was stabbed!
The thought
came to me…

Like a stab in the back

In the dark
….

(Cough, burble)

By a friend

(Who’s is now holding my hand
and grinning,
but why?)

Who I loved,
like a brother

what’s that?

What’s he saying?
That it was all part
Of a devious plan?!

Lines

We drew lines
With our minds
On the floor
And in the sky
Double lines
Round our souls
So we don’t trip
And we don’t fall
And those lines
Turn to walls
We build them higher
Build them tall
So that we’re near
And yet we are
so far away
Like Jupiter and Mars
We drew lines
Around our hearts
Around our minds
So many times
We got confused
And so we used
Both blue and red
And red was blood
And the blood
Became a sea
Look how the blood
Has stained our dreams
We tried so hard
To stem our fears
Decked them with stars
Like Jupiter and Mars
Look at the time
How it flies
First we were young
And then we grow
Learn of the lines
And we swear
That we are never
Going there
But then we change
Colored with jade
Do we see,
What we’ve become
Victims of lines
That drew more lines
Till we were Red
Like Jupiter and Mars
So many stars
Like little scars
up in the sky
It’s what we are
you disagree?
Look at yourself
Look at your neighbor
Tell me that
these lines are gone
All of these lines
Cutting hearts
Making scars
Like tiny stars
Jading our minds
So that we’re near
But far apart


Like Jupiter and Mars

Why I can’t love you

Hey D.C.
Don’t you hate me
I got a lot of stress now
And I can’t be
Coming around you every time
You been spending all my dimes
I don’t really think that you love me

D.C. above refers to Dansoman Community, a neighborhood within the City of Accra. The City of Accra is the Administrative, Commercial and Judicial Capital of the Republic of Ghana. It has expanded rapidly and engulfed neighboring towns, now even exceeding the boundaries of the Greater Accra Region of which it also Regional Capital.

And Kumasi
We may get messy
You be my Barcelona
Give you best feat
I’ve been taking time to grow
I’ve been breaking
I be broke
I don’t really think that you love me

Kumasi (or Kumase), now capital of the Ashanti Region, is the ancient capital city of the pre-colonial Asante Empire. It is still the capital of the (much smaller) Asante Kingdom; centered in Manhyia which loosely translates to “where the State/Kingdom meets”.

Hello Tema
Let’s be real Ma
You been by backbone
I’ve just been a tumor
Maybe I’ve been doing things
That and seven deadly sins
And Now
I really don’t think you should love me

Tema, close to the City of Accra, is the home of the Tema Harbour. A planned community project by Ghana’s first president, Kwame Nkrumah, it also sits right squarely on the Greenwich Meridian.

Tell me Kof Town
Can we get down?
On the other hand
I’ll just be a let down
I pluck your flowers errday
But I won’t be here to stay
I really don’t think I can love you

Koforidua, aka Kof Town, is the highest Regional capital in Ghana (Capital of the Eastern Region). It is also said to have the densest distribution of beautiful girls in Ghana; Koforidua’s Flowers.

Hey Cape Coast
What you don’t know
Won’t kill you
It’s been tough since Gold coast
You got a lot of honeys
Needing a lot of money
I got nothing so you’ve been a no show

Cape Coast was once known Cabo Corso.  It was the original capital of the Gold Coast before the capital city was moved to the City of Accra.

And Tamale
What’s the hurry?
We’ve been hanging out
Since Atari
We been to a lot of parties
You have been my favorite lady
But you haven’t yet told me you love me

Tamale, formerly adminstrative Capital of the Northern Territories of the Gold Coast, is the flattest City in Ghana. It is now capital City of the Northern Region.

Tell me Sunyani
Why you always talking money
So you’re industrious
But you’re not very funny
You can’t follow any jokes
You don’t understand ‘bespoke’
How did you ever think that I could love you?

Sunyani is said to be the cleanest City in Ghana. It’s also close to the historical town of Techiman, once center of the Gyaman State, the spiritual home of all Akan tribes including the Asante, Fante and Baoulé.

Bolgatanga
Slim as a hangar
I like slim
But you remind me of hunger
I put a baby in your oven
Then you gave it to a coven
I’m way too scared to even love you

Bolgatanga, aka Bolga, is another Ancient Ghanaian settlement. It was at the southernmost tip of Trans-Saharan trade during the Pre-colonial era.

Pretty young Wa
Mamacita
You’re too young girl
Don’t even come closer
You are just a little sister
Really nice to meet you
You are lovely but I can’t love you

Wa, brackets with Ho as one of the places in Ghana with the shortest place-name. It also shares with Bolga, the honour of being one of Ghana’s youngest Regional Capitals

And then we come to…
You
Technically, A Ho
I know you’ve changed
But history is ugly
Get me wrong or get me right
I really do not mind
You and I?
Never. We can’t be

Ho and it’s nearby sister city Hohoe were originally part of Togoland, a German territory ceded to the British and the French after the first world war. The British bit (Trans-Volta Togoland) voted to join Ghana after independence as the Volta Region.

Takoradi
O so naughty
You’ve been my girl
But you can’t be my wifey
Mom and Daddy both complain
They say,
This your girl she is insane
I am sorry. I cannot love you

Takoradi, aka T’adi, is twin-town to neighbouring Sekondi (even though Takoradi is smidge bigger). Together, the two towns form the City of Sekondi-Takoradi, capital city of Ghana’s Western Region

 

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Give Me Love – Poetry in Two Tongues

The Following poem was actually written in my local Language, Akan/Twi. The Translation below it embodies as much as possible, the feelings of the original words, as well as trying to maintain some form of poetic meter.

Spelling guide:

  1. ae – pronounced as if you’re saying the letter ‘i’
  2. ó – Like the o in god
  3. gy- a soft j sound, like in jerk
  4. ky – like the ‘ch’ in chips
  5. é – eh, like literally, saying eh. Or the e in keg
  6. hw – like the schw in schweppes (that is literally the closest sound I could think of).

Original

Ódó kasa
na mengyae su
firi sé wonkoaa
na wo fata me do
hó ne hó yi deé
mempé o
ka kyeré me o
ka kyeré me o

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Stronger: Version 1

[insert sample from Ne-Yo hit single, ‘So Sick’]

[sampled] I’m stronger

Oh yes I is
my grammar may be off
but understand just this
I hit hard and I don’t  miss
Just like this miss I kissed
and I’ma do it just like this
show you how we is…
‘Cos

[sampled] I’m stronger

And I was born in this town
Sun will shine everyday town
Rain might fall anyway town
So I know how it might go down
That might mean right now
So I don’t slow down
‘cos…
[sampled] I’m stronger

Heart pumps blood like a piston
Mind shoots sharp like a Wesson
and I ain’t stressing
I’m just proclaiming my blessing
African child and I’m repping

[sampled] I’m stronger

Oh yes I is
My skin may be black
Don’t mean that my mind is
and you will never pin me in,
Cos I’m as bad as sin
Hit me hard
but I keep up my chin
‘cos…

[sampled] I’m stronger

Oh yes I is
so I wrapped it up
and brought it back to your crib
Just a little something
Show you how I think
so connect the dots and form the link
cos…

[sampled] I’m stronger
I’m stronger than this

The Bachelor’s Ballad

 

Romantic Poetry with a dark, macabre edge. In retrospect, I should have posted this on Halloween. Ah well, better late than never.

 

Many Loves have I had
More loves have I lost
Many times I have wanted to hang myself up

Dear Ivy
So lovely
Picked up her saw
gifted me with slashes
wide, bloody and raw
and into those wounds
without second thought
deftly she sprinkled both pepper and salt

Many Loves have I had
Many times I’ve been wrought
The seas cannot hold all the tears that I’ve lost

O bright eyes
so stunning
Such a beautiful smile
well she led me on
for a league and a mile
and when I got to her end
with a wink and a grin
she broke me to pieces
then broke me again

Many loves have I had
More memories of pain
Sometimes I am shocked,
that I am not yet insane

O queen of the Volta
she led me astray
took me to heaven
for a year and a day
but when she was through
what did she do?
dropkicked me to Hades
and bid me adieu

Many loves have I had
More roads have I trod
I shifted my faith, to drink and to drugs

Mary J
how she loves me
she lifts up my bones
and Her?
she never let’s me
overburden my soul
and when I am through
dear Bailey so sweet
let’s me hold her tightly
and sets me to sleep

Many times have I loved
so much harm I have brought
My heart is all shattered
and it’s mostly my fault

I have loved many times
but now I must go
too much sorrow,
no sunshine,
so I had to move
and it hurts me to say
I wish I’d never let go
of that perfect, rare diamond
my first, young, true love