My First Lady

                                                                    My First Lady

 

 Beauty she has, 

Brain she lacks.

Looks she has, 

Books she lacks, 

Who is She? 

My first lady. 

The cooked she cooks,

And made waves without the wind. 

The marrow she enjoys,

Yet unable to break a bone. 

Who is She? 

My first lady. 

She paints her face like a colouring book, 

I mute, she utter,

I speak, she yells. 

Who is She? 

My first lady. 

The fling she accepts

The fetus she rejects, 

The bet she bets, 

And the bet on her bet is always her best. 

Who is She? 

My first lady.

The attitude she maintains, 

Her altitude is sustained.

The Lord she Loves

But the way she lost. 

Who is she? 

My first lady. 

And what's her Name? 

Akosua Bibini

When I Die: My Do’s, Your Don’ts

When I Die: My Do’s, Your Don’ts

It feels good to be alive

And it feels sad when the inevitable comes alive

A day will appear

Where you and I will disappear

When I disappear, it means I’m dead.

When I die, don’t put me in a casket not even  in a basket

When I die, don’t cry,  don’t make sounds,

Agyei ! Agyei! Leave them out!  

When I die, don’t bring your bundles to come display your bungles

When  I die, don’t cruise me in your band wagon,

But keep in mind that I’m  forever gone.

When I die, envelop me in my cloak for God’s Children

As you  envelop your clock for your Children’s Children.

When I die, just let me be, ‘cos I’m no more a being.

When I die, don’t bury me, just cremate me.

        Dedicated to the late Prof. kofi Awoonor

AFRICA WAKE UP!

AFRICA WAKE UP!

Africa is Sleeping, Dreaming about her dream,
The Dream to be the best amongst the rest,
The Dream to beat the West to be the best.

I speak from the African Womb
The Gold-coated womb
The mineral - nourished womb

As a fetus in the African Womb,
I see and enjoy rich mineral nutrients,
but as a new-born baby,
The cloth of poverty is worn on me.
The cloth of suffering is worn on me.
But it has dawn on me to tell my mother, Africa to wake up!

Mother Africa! wake up!
Open your eyes,
Look at me!
The cloth of poverty has worn out.
The cloth of suffering has torn apart.

It's a tattered cloth not a shattered dream, Africa!
Wake up and Live your dream!

Ohenewaa: Have my Sympathy!

 Ohenewaa: Have my sympathy!


In the early morning meeting, kofi spoke,
'Ohenewaa has lost her mom'
I got choked, 
though i had no drink or food. 

I cast my mind back to count Ohenewaa's in my life. 
It was just one, Yes one only and it's you Ohenewaa
Oh Ohenewaa, My one and only

I share in your pain and in your pain i see bountiful and endless joy 
showered from above unto your household
Ohenewaa, in you i see your mom, and what is see is seriousness, strength, selflessness and above  all profound sweetness. 

Candidly, all these attributes still holds in your household. 

Ohenewaa, This time is sobering, but God is Caring. 

Live in God's time and you will never mime. 
Live in God's time and you will never pay a dime

Oh Ohenewaa, my one and only 
Oh ohenewaa, Have my sympathy. 

Dzorlali

Letter to Esi

  Letter to Esi

 

Dear Esi, 

 

Why do you leave me in the dark so soon? 

Why do you ignore my calls so often? 

Did i go overboard in our short phone conversations? 

You barely know me, that i agree! 

And i want to know you more, 

Which i think you don't disagree

Give me a chance, a first chance, 

and i won't ask for a second chance. 

 

Please don't make me an end 

'cos i want to be a friend. 

Obibini_Kwasi