late, unnatural,
and made in chicago.
city-bred all over yesterday.
an irate ashanti,
in the ducts and alleyways
of tomorrow.
awaits the god-type,
the omniscient zulu;
the stone;
the voice of america
in black english.
Courage was what fueled Nkrumah’s flame
Loyal he stood through storm and shame
Integrity carved in his every stride
Memorable his name will not subside
Beyond doubt Ghana’s finest head
In spirit and in stories still widespread
Never bowed to foreign hands
Ghana as Africa lost a visionary leader.
Generations rise on what he gave
Hope reborn from the hearts of the brave
Ashanti drums still beat his praise
Nation proud through darkest days
Africa’s light in Ghana lamp.
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Star-pod, Ashanti, all aboard ya'll!
We're penetrating space-time's inpenatratable wall
Floating & flying through space-time atmosphere
Where the unknown is crystal-clear
So all aboard, ya'll, it's the 2nd call to see
The mysteriously darkened space-time!
Come aboard, Ashanti, come see the best prime
Don't stray too far from your pods
'Cause if you do, your lines will snap
And it will unhook from ISS's rods
Casting ya'll to your scariest doom
Your bodies will stay flying dead forever
Floating & decomposing for all of eternity
All this information - for certainly
If you float & stray far, you can simply die
If you don't wanna die - I suggest you comply
Or your 700 million dollar pod will be auctioned
That is, if you unhook, get lost, & possibly die
At any rate, if you cease to exist - consider this
A fair warning I sang
A riddlized riddle
A rusted fiddle
Come now & don't dwiddle
And with that as the door slams
& mechanically locks
You're all of a sudden in zero-gravity
Flying in Ashanti's trapeze
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Space-time is where I'll be
Brilliant brown vibes curl around my neck,
drop down my spine and embrace my ribcages,
I am one holding the night
and command its flow to linger
with anticipation.
Believe, the beauty of this woman
is a symphonic landscape on my velvety imagination,
I follow her aromatic shadow
down the steamy corridors of my soul.
Dark skin, I worship the hands
that molded you from the inside of your mothers womb.
Ancient bone of the Ashanti tribe,
seedling of the Luba tree,
your fruits shall be forever sweet to the southern palate.
You illuminate the present better than stars
light up the heavens,
I hold the night, you bring the glow.
In the fading August sunset,
I walk out of my mud house
In my checkered colored kente,
And dazzling wooden slippers.
As the sounds of drums echo behind,
I dance to the tune of melodic songs.
Gong! Gong! Gong! Gong! Gong!
The beats resound, whirling along
With the soothing tune of the pawpaw-stick flute.
I chant along with the crowds:
“Nana oo, Nana!”
In recognition of the kings
Of the Ashanti kingdom—
Royals worth their weight in gold,
As I am awed by a culture that never grows old.
I dine with the kings at the Adai Kesse festival,
An indigenous gathering beneath my feet,
In Kusmasi, where tradition thrives
And heritage dances in every heartbeat.
The Ashanti, of Ghana, say that "rain beats down
upon a leopard skin, but it doesn't remove the spots".
Methinks that right they are, if we imagine rain
as everyday challenges, risks and dangers,
and leopard skin as our inborn faith.
As long as we look upon God as our "shield",
we will always be "dry", as we walk in this path
that we call life; a journey with no end......
I notice u
do you notice me
As we pass by
i think u r gorgeous
do i catch ur eye
i think to myself
could i be his type
ok, i could ask
no, maybe, well i might
let me think, maybe i could guess
not to hard, no need to stress
you probably like a natural
like Alicia Keys
or a decievingly good sewn in weave
like Ms. Bey
could u like her average build
or maybe a lil thick
like Buffie the Body, or Dee-lishis
do u like the model/ actress type
like Halle Berry or Megan Good
or a Ryde or Die chick
straight from around the way, hood
do u like her bold
claimin she got that good, good
like Ashanti
or would u prefer her
mysterious, sexy, ladylike and classy
u want a lady in public
but can straight f*c(
on some thug ish
then, whip u up
a home-cooked meal
from her kitchen
hell, ill neva know
and u probably never cared
cuz we keep on passing each other by
and i was just to SCARED.....