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