FixAfrica

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. ...

THE DREAMER’S CHAINS You can chain up my soul please But free the demons in me. I am bound and yet I am free. I feel trapped-unleash me! Let me be the cascading waterfall that flows from the mountain deep, The feather that contests with the whirling wind and the firefly that dares to outshine the blazing sun. Set me free or I will cry a river full until it erodes the flesh of my vision. My dreams cannot go putrid like poultry Yes! Let my dreams flounce. For what is the world without dreams? Dreams that cannot ran wild And bounce And flounce.

RAT ALERT I watched with undivided attention as they scampered into the cracked walls, Through the crevices, pipes and metals that had gone rusty and old. Their legs trembled from the weight of their grateful stomachs that had been filled with booty from the rotten spoils of the trash can. Two brothers, devoted to each others well being But wrecking and rummaging through the business of men. Their beady eyes shone with mischief, for they had no cares at all. They sneered from the dark corners they called home At men who bothered with clothes and technology -Trends and burdens. Yesterday brother one scurried below their feet, Sending chills and stirs through the spines of the bravest men. The stink that emanated from their body was their secret weapon for survival. I don’t know how long they have lived here, Under the shadows of this mighty fortress. But I applaud their bravery! Little rats who dare to contest with men. For they too call this f...

A sunken ship never contests with the starry skies A broken heart never sings with the river birds in the morn Why imagine risks when there is none? I present a simple case: Love for you, pain for one You envision tearful days ahead but my immunity to these days scare my ancestors An immunity so strong it leaves no room for sentimental sores to fester What will cause my weary soul to leak toxic fumes of hate? Hatred that turns a witch’s blood cold? I’m immune I said! Misery is my company, and pain is my only joy. Let me love you…let me shield you Why torture yourself boy? Please, don’t! Don’t you dare love me I’m broken too Two broken souls cannot thrive in the sands of time I will break you. I will break your will I will empty you. I will extinguish you. On love’s altar shall your spirit be poured Till the gods of my land are drunk to stupor You will be emptied like the shell of a king crab. No emotions. No empathy but dark hollowness to fill your d...

If you should search deeper into my eyes you will see fear , you will see hurt If you should read deeper into my palms, you will see a future so dim If you should search deeper into my soul you will understand I need healing, I need mending Search deeper than my soul can reach reach deeper than my heart can feel If you hear the gentle whispers of the wind today, my love, it is me, asking you to mend my broken heart                                                                                                ...