WISH I COULD DREAM AGAIN

WISH I COULD DREAM AGAIN

I took a trip down the memory lane of my life

And I realized how largely I have disappointed my being

I promised my childhood

That when I become a man

 I will be a responsible man

I promised my childhood

That I will get a great well-paying white-collar job

Get married at the age of twenty-four

Settle down with my family and live happily ever after

It was such a wonderful fairytale of a dream

I have clocked forty years on this earth now

And all I can boast of is the life that I live

And the flesh that covers my bones

They say life begins at forty

But at forty years, mine has gone AWOL

I think I have woken from my slumber now

Reality now bares its ugly teeth at me

Thirty years after my dream of a heavenly future

And it still appears I am in bed

A lot of water has passed under the bridge over the years

Loads of seeds have metamorphosed into plants

And even withered away

Days have matured into weeks

Weeks have graduated into months

Months have post graduated into years

Years have upgraded into decades

But my life is still marking time

I wish I could rewrite the script of my life

I wish the stage will be set for me again

I wish I could reenact the story of my life from the scratch

But from the little tutorials that life has granted me

If you want to cast your die more than once

You first have to play ‘six’ on your first attempt

I wish I could be that innocent dreaming child once again

I wish I could dream again

A CRYING FREE MAN

-->

A CRYING FREE MAN

I love to tell stories of whiskey, cigarette & alcohol
But in my closet, I am a fruit juice & biscuit man
I love to read about Bonnie & Clyde & Mexican drug barons in public
Yet, on ma bed at night, I read 'Jack & d' Beans stalk & Peter Pan'
I argue in favour of Jim Jones & Boko Haram
But on my own, I argue for Christ
I tell the world I hate politics
And that all politicians talk trash and are inhumane
Yet, deep down within my soul,

I have a soft spot for Noko Fioo Political Party
I tell the youth to taste different flavours and sizes of ladies
But funny enough, I stick to just one partner
I wish I could be a man of my own
But.......
Society has socialized me into graduate hypocrite
I wish I never was
But that is where I find my poor self
I am free
Yet I find myself in chains everywhere I go
To the world I am free
But deep down within me 
I AM JUST A CRYING FREE MAN

CANDLE IN THE WIND

CANDLE IN THE WIND

In the heat of the moment

Amidst the hustling and bustling under the scorching sun

Man forgets where he hailed from

Moving to and fro

Man becomes oblivious of his final destination

With barren hands did we all arrive

Naked we all came

And in a likewise manner shall we all depart

Why are we so quick to forget

That the life we so much adore and cherish today

Is nothing but a mere smoke in the path of the wind?

When shall we awake to the realization

That our lives are as water vapour

Which disappears within a blink of an eye?

Our days are sand in an hour glass

Each passing second draws us closer to the end

We are mere tenants on the surface of the earth

We own absolutely nothing!

So why all these arrogance ?

Where from the pride?

Why the covetousness?

Why the greed and quenchless desire for political power?

We are no different from the flowers in the field

Which blossom gloriously today

But wither in the next moment

We are visitors here for a jiffy

So why these irrelevant litigations?

Why the tussle for corruptible materials?

Why the deliberate political unrest and violent incitements?

Why do we needlessly toil and burden ourselves

With amassing and stocking our cabinets with ephemeral

When in the end

No one will cross over to the other side with a luggage?

Today is what we have

No one has been promised tomorrow

Floods and hurricanes will pounce on us when we least expect

We are candles in the wind

No one knows when his flame will be extinguished

So build your ark

Before the rains come!!!

LULLABY OF TEARS(tribute to the late John Evans Attah Mills)

LULLABY OF TEARS

A gloomy Tuesday has bedeviled our dear nation

The silky curtain of the castle has torn to shreds

A rainbow of sorrow has painted the skies of our joyful nation

Our elders say ‘sea never dry’

But this sea of our national joy has dehydrated beyond recovery

Our dear hearts have been terribly pierced

Streams of melancholy flow through our disturbed eyes

A lullaby of tears is our only resort

Our eyes have refused to see

Our eardrums have refused to vibrate

Our lips have zipped from within

We are speechless!

Could this be one of the tales of Shakespeare

Or a mere Kwaku Ananse and Okonori story

By Maame Dokono and Dr. Rokoto on ‘By the fire side’ ?

How I wish it was!

The copper bullet has mercilessly ravaged the spirit of our dear nation

The curtains have been drawn on the performance of a legend

The sky-flying kite has been entangled by the pylons on high

Akati has abruptly withered the heart of the fertile cocoa tree

The mighty baobab tree has finally taken a painful bow

A crab cannot be eaten in silence

But this hairy intellectual crab of ours has been masticated in a noisy hush

A thousand times were you killed by the lips

But a thousand and one times did you resurrect

You stood firm like the slogan on Accra Hearts of Oak

You never said die!

You were a cat with nine lives

A beheaded cockroach which continued to survived for days on end

You led your people fearlessly but with utmost humility

Through thick and thin

You stood firm for your beliefs and faith

You were a lion-hearted dove with the wings of an eagle  

Our trembling lips are in dire want for qualified vocabularies

To depict your God-fearing and humble persona

Three times in our hearts have we mentioned your peaceful name

But three times have you failed to respond

Your loud absence has taken the wind out of our rugged sails

 Umbrellas of grief and agony shield our troubled heads

A ‘galamsey’ of bottomless holes have mercilessly raped our spirits

You have responded to Kwame Nkrumah’s invitation and left us wailing

Your precious memory will indelibly glue to our heart of hearts

So shall your great works endlessly cling to our thought of thoughts

  Safe journey to the other side of the river ,Prof

Rest joyously in the rosy bosom of the Maker

Ascend in peace to partake in the glory of the King

PROFESSOR JOHN EVANS FIIFI ATTAH MILLS!

ASOMDWEE HENE!

You shall never walk alone!!

R.I.P.!!!