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What do you do with this cruel loneliness? When there's a vacuum in your soul and your alone is a mess? What do you do on cold harmattan nights, When self loathing and your facial muscles are engaged in a brutal fight? How do you break out of those towering walls Where you built your home and buried in it your heart's pulse? You're now dead to the world Can anyone, the clanking metals of your heart weld? Poor Soul! "'Maybe I'll go for a walk and clear my head you say" But deep within your darkest thoughts you silently pray That you never meet happy lovers or hear your heart resonate the truth Or else,you start a candid analysis of your life and your wasted youth. "Maybe I'll eat well and workout more So I gain the voluptuous body all the men adore" I hope you find hope in yourself when your body is sore Oh how you forget so quickly that self-acceptance is bae. And that Baby, you're perfect in every effing way...

                                                  Photo credit: google  She is the two faced laughing jackal that haunts you in your dreams. You see her everyday Maybe not… Her mournful wailing deafens your senses And her agony is out of this realm. She bleeds from the cuts of her own claws And she feeds on the pain like a famished lioness with her kill in the Kalahari She hungers for change that is not here She hungers for a place that is not near. Look how she wears her scars with grace And plunges her horns back into her heart like a dagger. She bleeds slowly not to her death She bleeds slowly to her survival With an uplifted face and uplifted hands She is the silent one you never see in a crowd. She is the aura and peace you pray for Calm and collected like the still waters of the Nile She is strangeness...

I cannot recollect the number of times I have found warmth in you… You understand my battles and you hear the echoes too The echoes in these walls where nothing ever happens Where hopes evaporate and happiness has fled And every day is a nasty war, bloodier than before. You have heard my chanting through the night Praying and crying for redemption from life’s sinking sands I find no peace here, I find myself in pieces here. So I run to you for comfort Alas I am weary and the tissues of my heart are worn out Worn out from the journeys they wished I had traveled in pursuit of love and the luxuries of life. Reignite my passion to live on without fainting Maybe I aimed too high.  Maybe I deserve the low I like how your waters burn my skin My skin reddens as I groan in pain But I crave your touch…It is the only reality I understand. Maybe happiness is not for everyone…. I learn this every day.

Once upon a dark night, A sprite wandered along the prisons of human finesse And met the most rejected and unhappy being the world had ever known. Appearing in human form,  she tried to hide away before this being could lock his gaze on her. But it was rather too late… He found her... He found solace in her, Built a comfortable home, And made her bosom his resting place. Out of compassion, the sprite gave this forlorn creature a peak of her world. “My world is as dark as my soul Step into it and find light” she whispered. She showed him eye-numbing scenes of this world and beyond… Where happiness coincided with pain…. And formed a new indescribable ecstasy. He got drunk in her essence And slowly he forgot what it meant to be alone and sad. They travelled the world together… He called it celestial bliss. But with each waking moment he spent at her side, He knew the inevitable will happen. But it happened too soon. One day ...

I’ll worship the sand beneath your feet And put you before my needs. I won’t die for you! No! My love is no fairy tale love. I choose to maintain my sanity whilst I dust the sinews of your heart with gold. I want to be able to tell them when they ask Why I loved you so That I loved you with every active part of my mind, And that you were my all. My best friend, my mother and my sister. They saw me smile from canine to canine Whenever you were close to me. What they didn’t know was that I was dying inside And that I was alone when I was with you. You seemed so distant So I decided to build a bridge to get to you But before I could set up the pillars of the bridge The avalanche of your anger tore  them down’ You didn’t want me to be your hero… And all I wanted was to be your god. And now you tell me you’re leaving Leaving? But you were never here? Here with me For us to feel the love I had for both of us  I’ll survive w...

I froze in my tracks and stared in utter disbelief. And the young infant boy strudded at your side gave out a piercing cry that caused my heart to shrink. Your black cotton hair I last remembered you with now looked like black patches on a diseased fruit and your happy eyes now shone dull like a dying star. And of all the places we anticipated to meet after school...why did it have to be here. ...in line with asylum seekers? My dear friend, "Are you running away from life too?" I'll keep in touch,I'll miss you" you said,  holding back tears and hugging me with a choking tightness. I watched you closely as you  whisked off in your mother's waiting car. You meant more to me than you knew. You filled my high school days with rib rupturing laughters and good memories. Secrets shared in the depth of dark nights... sitting on trunks... eating in the dormitory... breaking rules and feeling the melange of anxiety  and thrill it gave us. Non-conformity ...

- There is something depressing and yet satisfying about drinking wine from a tea cup. It means I’m messy kind of sad…but my non-conformist soul wouldn’t allow me to drink from a wine glass. - I like music that breaks my heart. Music so sad it leaves an invisible gaping hole in the depth and hidden fibre of my heart. It is unnecessary pain but it makes my heart strong. - Yes I said it. I won’t apologise. -    Am I the only one who thinks myself too good to be true…that I’m afraid a jerk would find me and not know how to love me? -  There are days when I just feel like laying in bed and ceasing to exist.  -   I like the idea of love, but I’m afraid to love and be loved back. I like Love sautéed in smoldering kisses, company in solitude, warm lingering hugs and hearts beating in unison. Something pure. I’m looking for a kind of love I can’t find in mankind. Love that is here, present, physical, now.  -   I’m afraid to fail. I’m afraid I'll m...

He loved the darkness in my eyes And I loved the sea that rolled in his We became one in a gaze The world was lost to us What was race?

The news of my father’s death hang heavy on our necks like the chains and shackles of a thousand Salaga  prisoners. The cries of twenty five newly widowed women pierced the thick darkness the moonless night brought, leaving it empty and completely dead. The only light that shone through the night was the happy flickering fire in Pokuya’s eyes. She was Papa’s youngest wife, and still in her prime. Perhaps, the sad news in itself was liberation to her forcefully captured heart, and as much as she wanted to hide how she felt, she couldn’t shed a single tear. She went unnoticed by the other wives who were stuck fast in a herbal bath of nauseating melancholy. Any woman who did not cry when her husband died was branded a witch per the custom of Nsuma.   I am an outcast. I am a griot. I am a loner who often sits under this Iroko tree with a chewing stick in one hand and my chin resting in the other. My bulgy eyes are pregnant with unseen and untold secrets of passers-by. No one...

Blinded... strapped... Fist Clenching... Sweat dripping... Lips quivering... In the gyrations of an Akan fetish. I lay pallid in the deafening silence of the darkness that holds me hostage against my will It is only my eyes that shine light through to my desperate soul, when worry and fear grips my aching heart. And my dreary life becomes as sinking sands.  Our mouths collide In a satisfying kiss... where quivering flesh meets fragile glass... Your toxic sputum courses through my veins... re-awakening the numbness in my soul. My heart pulsates with every drop of burning ecstasy that you bring. My tears drown in your essence  and we become as one. You swirl with beauty, with grace and with the symphony of my throbbing head. Let my life's journey be as smooth as the quick course of your existence mingled with mine Allow me to devour every hope you give oh  sweet sparkling spirit! And hear my thought's mantra. Let me embrace you in my soul's mel...

When you walked into my life, I was black And then you filled it with color and glitter… And everything nice. You span me on your love’s carousel And I reeled with pleasure! I twirled round and round                        UP AND                                 DOWN  till I was hit by a frightful dizziness, I drowned myself in the murky waters of your love. My conscience gasped for air And  I lost my direction... And when you saw that I couldn’t find my feet anymore...  You left me in a convulsive fit of needing you I wanted to be so close to you. You became too used to me And as you left you gave me a cold sneer, and walked away with ten thousand pieces of what was left of me  hanging on your breath... But I knew on the day you walked aw...

You used to say I was beautiful... That I was strong and exuded incontestable grace You used to love all the scars of my heart And all the other things that made me ugly Yet, You whispered incessantly "You're all the woman I'll ever NEED" You filled my days with renewed hope and gave me the strength to pick up my dusty jewels. Your love enveloped my cold and darkened soul Your encouragement was healing to my broken wings. You cheered me on You nursed my wounds... and uplifted my dampened spirit. As time went by, I grew feathers on my wings And with a flicker and a flick, my spirit was re-ignited. And when my wings grew all the feathers it had lost, I began to soar so high up in the sky. Like an eagle I became strong              Tenacious               Fearless             ...

I closely cling to you... Drawing into me all the strength you give. Pushing back tears and saying nothing. Your warmth is sweet perfume, Enveloping my cold heart and reforming it's broken tissues. Like a pure white light. .. Breathtaking to behold. .. your love engulfs me Together is never close enough and being apart breaks my heart Two days of you and I must let go I don't care if our love is impossible I just want to stay close to you. 

At a market square: My sisters! My sisters! Come! Come and look at a thing I dare not call woman. But who chews bones these days? Akosua is a monstrosity! Ke Ke Ke Ke Ke Ke listen to her bones rattle. A woman's body must emanate softness and grace But what do you hear Yaa Yaa? ? This woman has no shame. I wonder how 'Odomankoma blessed her with four strong boys. She must have threatened him with her female manhood. Here she comes. Quiet down my sisters. Also at the market square: Ataa you're an obnoxious woman! The anger that boils within my bile corrupts my lungs and my intestines. It is deep anger that cannot boil new yam but can shatter into sand, Agya Koo Nimo's guord. Yes! My bones rattle but I can never break. I am the precious ivory bead. So who then is an African woman? And who is desired by an African man? Does it lie in voluptuous protruding buttocks and supple breasts? I am sorry Ataa. My hips are not wide but they swing with poise an...

I wish I could be a little of everything So I can understand and behold every estate -Its joys and its pains. I wish I could be that mother Who struggles into a trotro everyday with a child saddled at her back. She marches on relentlessly in a pool of sweat- a mélange of suffering and hope. I wish to be that young lady Whose secret is misery and whose fears lie within herself. Under those thick sheets of make-up, long claws and a mini-skirt Is a fragile soul at the verge of breaking. She struggles in silent anticipation that tomorrow will be better than yesterday. I wish again to be that young man Whose hunt for a job has deflated his ego. He has been rendered useless to his waiting family. A hundred mouths to feed; A well-statured young man with no crutches for his amputated dreams. He limps into the sunset and awaits another day. I wish… but then I am trapped together with them In a cage of corruption standing under a merciless sun. ...