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Nii-Ayi Solomon Poem
It was in the early days of our lives
We met
She was so beautiful
My eyes could not stop admiring
My heart kept racing
Every time it sensed
her good-looking approaching
But we were too young
To give full meaning
To the love language
Years passed
Time kept flying
We lost contact
But the memory of our past
We lugged with us
Someway, somehow,
Fate found us
And brought us together
We have now grown
So big and sweet
We both glitter
At each other’s presence
We were ready to do a recap
of where we left off
We laughed and joked about our past
We talked about our hey days at the National Theatre
We remembered the beautiful past that reflects our true self
We both haven’t changed after all
At that moment my heart spoke
The love language again
I knew I was in love with her
It wasn’t today
It started from when we were kids
Man must gather confidence
And speak out his feelings
Thoughts,
Thoughts of what she would say;
Don’t laugh at me,
We all do it sometimes
We were sweet friends
But now, I want to take
The friendship a step further
My heart in full swing
Of abnormal beating,
It beat faster
It spoke two different languages
Say it; and keep it
Don’t know which of these to believe
I was shy
I was afraid
I was confused
I was happy
I was sad
I felt insane
There she was,
Standing in front me
In their house
Beaming with smiles
Nii, she said tenderly,
‘I thought you said you had something to tell me,
Come on, I can’t wait any longer
My ears are itching’
My heart just jumped out
And now I want to escape from her presence
I wish I could vanish into thin air
Stop laughing at me
I’m not mouth lazy
I was just afraid of the outcome
What if she said NO?
What if I lose her as a friend?
What if she vanishes into thin air?
And the what if’s continued …
Once in a man’s life time
He must draw together courage
To speak out his feelings
After all, I would not have violated any law
For telling a sweet scented woman
Gorgeous, attractive and stunning
About what I feel for her
So my nerves were clamed
This was how I started…
Esther, I mean, Naa Adjeley
The confusion has started
Errrmmm, you see,
Still didn’t know what to say
Hmmm, hope you are doing great?
Still confused…
‘I guess your brother, Thomas,
Is doing fine?’
She stared at me intently
The smiles on her face kept
My hopes alive
And my heart awake
I knew she was expecting
Something more than making those comical remarks
It’s was now time to speak
Naa Adjeley, I travelled from Cape Coast
To Accra to come see you
To tell you I miss you
and errmmm…
Please let it out
The small voice inside me whispered
I left campus to Accra just to let you know that
I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU
She laughed aloud and said
‘’are you serious!’’
‘Oh! Yes I am’
I said confidently,
Her face suddenly darkened
The smiles misplaced
I wanted to fade away from her presence
After all I’ve let my feelings out
That was what mattered to me
But I did not have that special magic
How long have you felt this way towards me?
The next question to answer
‘When we were kids,
But it was revamped quite recently’
I replied
I could see the confusion on her face
She needed some more time
To think things through
I was excited let it out
But she was confused
Days passed,
I went back to school,
We enjoyed chit chatting on the phone
But the answer to my request was still hanging
She mentioned in one of our conversations
She might be travelling
But didn’t say when
She was a nursing student
I was a tourism student
The beauty of having a friend
You know and love
kept my mind awake in school
School was on recess
I arrived in Accra
Left my things unpacked
Borrowed money from my old girl
Picked a cab to Banana Inn
To see the woman
That has taken my heart hostage
I kept bagging at their gate
Agoo! agoo! agooo!
Waiting in anticipation to see
Her fine looking face
And present her with my first gift
Her brother, Thomas opened up
‘Hey! Where have you been?
It’s been a while’
Was the first question
He asked
The only interest I had was to see her face
I wanted to see the woman
That makes my heart beat
She was all I cared about
Where is Naa Adjeley?
I enquired from Thomas
I saw the shock on his face
My breathe was not catching up
with me properly
I knew something was wrong
‘Where is she’,
I asked again
‘Didn’t she tell you
She was travelling?’
My face dropped dead at once
I felt a sharp heart ache
I almost fainted
She left for the U.K
Without even saying bye bye
Was that why, she didn’t give any reply
to my proposal?
Why did she keep my heart awake?
I left her house, depressed
Her gift was a bonus for the cab driver
My face drenched in pool of tears
I know it hurts
But I felt more relieved
Why?
My feelings had been made lucid to her
I now walk with my chest out
Ready to move on
Ready to open myself up to happiness
I still remember
Her looks
Her smiles
Her beauty
Her mannerism
My first love story
The one I have kept furtive
Over the years
Naa Adjeley
My old time love.
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Nii-Ayi Solomon Poem
On the Trans-West Africa High way we drove
Thoughts of decades we carried
Rich history to be unfolded
Beautiful sights of trees and mountains we view
Hail God’s creation
For his handiwork is perfect
Stories of the Liberian camp at Buduburum were unravelled
How we drove through the hush villages of Gomoa and Mankessim
And our admiration for their rich cultures
Were the praises we kept on our lips
Kuntu Junction to Abandze left us with awe
It reminded us of the story of the slave trade
Those lives that vanished to the Caribbean
How the high seas served as transport in conveying them
And the desert served as grave in burying them
The Trans- West Africa highway was one of the slave routes
From afar, we saw how those forts and castles were dotted along the coast
And how heavy they were with hidden stories of our past
At Abandze, fort Amsterdam featured in brevity
Built by the English and taken over by the Dutch
Again, reminded us of our Negro brethren
Whose lives were sacrificed on the alter
For selfish shepherds who traded gunpowder, mirror and so forth
In exchange for pure minerals and a human race
The Elmina castle, Cape Coast Castle, and Fort St. Jago
Told the story of the slave trade in its sincerity
Fishing communities such as Anomabo, Biriwa and Moree
Were just additions one cannot overlook while on the High Way
At Yamoransa, the attractiveness of a well package Fante Kenkey
Left smiles on our faces and our appetite were titivated
The Trans West Africa highway connects all ECOWAS countries to Ghana
Ivory Coast, Burkina Faso, Togo, Benin just to mention a few
We were assured of meeting the beauty of Mother Ghana while driving on the highway
The beauty that engulfs a country hefty with opulent tradition and culture
Leaving us with an experience worth repeating
A pacesetter of modern democracy
We saw Fort Amstardam from a distance,
We listen to the infamous stories of Cape Coast and Elmina Castles,
We toured Fort St. Jago,
Experienced the canopy walkway at Kakum
We played golf at Coconut Grove Beach Resort
We took a slice of Ghana with us
Stories about Posuban shrines at Mankessim, Abandze, Cape Coast and Elmina
Kept us awake and our gen about the colonial era were deepened
Drive through the Trans West Africa Highway
And the memories; you will forever lug with you
The Trans-West Africa Highway
Is indeed weighty with ancient stories
An experience worth remembering
*06*Oct*2012*
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An Impossible Dream (A Cry of a Truck Pusher)
The street is my home
It is where I belong
I know no love
So I make it not part of my daily vocabulary
One sachet of pure water
Enough to perform the magic
In cooling down the body
The small lotto kiosk is my sleeping place
My heart was filled with merry
The day she looked my way
I wish to dream a dream
Even if I lost my memory
Her beauty I will always remember
But we both belong to different worlds
I push and pick before the hand can go to the mouth
She is welcomed with smiles
With servants at her beck and call
What am I feeling?
Is it love?
But how can this be
Love is not love
I can only dream of her love
I can only visualise her embrace
I can only imagine her warmth and kisses
Oh! Allow me to dream a dream
I have long suffered on this street
For tomorrow may not be mine
Don’t blame me,
Maybe I have a slow faith
From her posture
I knew she were a creature
And it’s in her nature
To capture my heart
Oh! How I wish I were a preacher
To tell the world about the moisture in her love
Oh! How I wish I were a teacher
To lecture about how she will feature
In my future dreams.
But it is just an impossible dream
Because I am only a truck pusher.
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I heard their call in the far land
But I will not respond
Their deeds I will not look at before rising
Their accusations and murmurs however whack me in the face
And my tears become unstoppable
Is it my fault that I know not my father?
A first son born into a royal home
But today I walk among our people as an outcast
I am a stranger
With no father’s blessing or a mother’s love
Is it my fault I come by night?
To the home of my father
I come by night because I am ashamed
Ashamed because I am disowned
Disowned because I am despised
Despised because I am abused
It is not my fault I know not my mother’s prime mate
When I walk among our people I am teased
Teased because I have no father’s blessing
They toot all day, enquiring
‘’But where is his father?’’
Answers always arrive at my door post
‘’My father is dead and left me with no blessings’’
But I know he lives somewhere in the next village
Papa, come and shower your blessings on me
As a child is born and loved
Papa, come and kiss me
As a child is accepted by his own people
For in your absence
I was humiliated, lacerated and castigated by your own people
How many sleepless night I have encountered
When they say there goes the outcast
But papa, come and shower your blessings on me
As a child is born and loved
Papa, come and kiss me
As a child is accepted by his own people
For I am your child and a son of this village
When the ceremony has come
For the sons to recount their father’s achievement
And pride themselves with their father’s glories
Tears filled my eyes
For my face drenched in pool of tears
And my mind enquire
‘’Where is your father’s glory’’
And how should I know
I am an out cast
Hated and despised by his own people
Like a stranger
Like an uninvited guest
Papa, come and wipe the tears on my face
For your arm is all I crave for.
Nii- Ayi Solomon
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Your sons and daughters have gathered
Under the great odum tree
We have come to offer the fruits of our lips
Can you hear the rhythmic tunes of the xylophone?
Can you hear the vibrations from the flutes?
Can you hear the sounds of our melody?
Awake!
We are the children of your great heritage
We are the children of your great tribe
The tribe our ancestors gave us
The tribe that is not complete without
Its mortar and pistil
We are under the great odum tree
The tree that stands between our two tribes
The tree that gave our posterities life
Your kings are here
Your elders are here
Your children are here
Awake! And listen to our great melody.
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My World of Differentness
I am invincible
So don’t try and find me
I have no where about
But it does not make me aimless
I am like the wind
You can’t touch me but you can feel me
Do not try and reason with me
I will leave you with perplexities
Do not think about intimacy with me
Pains and perpetual hurt is what I will cause you
But I am not heartless
Excuse me; do not talk to me about civilisation
I am just the results of my own ideas and theories
If today your heart is bleeding
Do not blame me, you made what I am
I am the results of the disappointments and heartaches you caused me
Follow your way and do not try and understand mine
For if you did, you will go mad
Don’t try and come to my party
When you hear the music of yesterday
The music that got us into the dancing groove
I am peeved at you
Do not attend my funeral
When you I have gone to join our posterities
For in my anger
You will receive a slap and a whack in the face
Do not even talk to me about love
For I have become the opposite
You have made me worthless
I lost the pride and respect I had
Because you have turned me into your chewing stick
Lacerating me all day
You said I am unforgettable
But you treated me with disgust
Allow me to free my mind
I have long carried these hurt feelings in silence
I will bite you, if you draw close
And do not ask why I have become bitter
I am now like a wounded scorpion
Ready to strike
The future they say belongs to God
But you are now welcome to my world of craze and differentness
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The story of the unknown
Has been unravelled
And now the weak, strong and fearless
Have all fled on their heel
Leaving that blameless child in a shattering state
To fight for his guiltless life
He cried so loud
As the blade of the knife fast approaches
We spit on the grave of our posterities
For telling the hidden stories of our past
To those from the far land
And now they use it as a weapon against us
Our people have all fled our land
The land they once cherished
And fought for with their blood, tears and sweat
Their lives they now carry as golden eggs
Never looking back to dear motherland
The land that once flowed with milk and honey
But that blameless child in our mud house
Died without knowing the stories of our existence
Dig the grave of our ancestors
Pray their bones come back to life
For they cannot stay in their silence
Pretending all is well with us
They must tell us the hidden stories of our past
Our generation must know the unmodified
Stories of our existence and dwelling
Wake up forefathers of our land
You have slept too long
Wake up and tell us why you sold our hoes and cutlasses
And now our farmlands have lost all its nutrients
Leaving our people hungry
Wake up and tell us why you took cola nut and a bottle of schnapp
And gave our young gorgeous women into slavery
Wake up and tell us why we now drink from the cup
Instead of the calabash
We have too long stayed in exile
Now is time to return to the home of the forgotten soul
Play the frontonfrom drum
Tune the xylophone
Jingle the maracas
Tell the tree fellers to play the flutes
For the sweet melodies our past
Must welcome us back to the deserted home
Of the forgotten soul
Home is where we belong
For we have long stayed in that far land
Wake up spirits of our ancestors
Wake up posterities of our past
Wake up from your perennial sleep
You have slept in silence for too long.
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My mind quizzed me
I became insane
Thrashed by the hopes of yesterday
Vanished dreams embraced me
Gulped down by the qualms of tomorrow
Swam through the ruthlessness of life
With my head buried in anguish of past failures
Hail those that broke through
Hail those that challenged the status quo
Hail the heroes of our past
I'm challenged by horrors of times of yore
Dark images with no flesh I see
Foaming beings with blue eyes they sail
Shadows feature in my dreams
Nocturnal beings toyed with my feelings
Toothless ghost smiled at me
I was swallowed by my fear
By the inscrutabilities of life
Alas! My fears are over
I no more walk in the market square
With my pants used as head gear
Ancestors our village
Libations were poured to you from the calabash
But you refused to accept food and drinks
Am I insane again?
Or is my mind quizzing me
Why am I wondering in the wilderness of my past?
Or has my brain been twisted again
Why am I dreaming yet again?
Or has the toothless ghost been made to smile at me once more
Am insane, but not in the asylum
I walk among our people
With lost hope and cracked dreams
With lots of questions on my mind
Don't look at me with your naked eyes
Just with the eyes you can't see me
But I’m not invincible
Insanity reigns in my blood
*Sat*22nd Sept*2012*
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How long must I be in the dark room?
Staring into emptiness
Thy feet is treasured
Roll on the floor with me
Expressing love intoxicated
with sexual touch
Dance with me my fair lady
Search thy heart
And flow with the rhythm
Jingle the maracas
It does not matter where we stand
The music of our heart will remain the same
Dance with me
Oh! Dance with me
For the sweet scented aroma
Of our ageing love is gaining strength
The grope is sensational
The atmosphere is evoking
And the feeling is mutual
Hold me tight
Stroke lovingly thy hand
Through the soft part of my skin
Tapping thy feet steadily
To the rhythm of my heart
Groove me under the disco light
And let’s spend night
Under the moon light
Dancing the hours of darkness out
Let our bodies welcomes each other
Lemme run my hand
Through thy curly hair
Touch thy fragile skin
Interact harmoniously with thy heart
Flow with me
Follow the rhythm
Side by side
Let’s groove on
With the melody of our heart
Harmonize with the beat
Move my coeur
Tickle me with thy appealing looks
Let’s join our hands together
Driving each other to the dancing floor
Dance with me,
Oh! Dance with me my fair lady.
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We met on the phone under a bizarre situation
So comical no one will believe
What we feel in our hearts for each other
Words cannot describe
I have long forgotten about love
And have locked my heart
In the shadows of my cubicle
She appeared and my worries
Seems to vanish into thin air
Sitting in my shadows
And mending the love confusion
That has take oven my sensitive part
Her innocent face I haven’t seen
Sent a cord of joy into my heart
She is full of grace and blessed with sweetness.
Her voice is tender and sweet
Her looks make me yearn for her love
Her tenderness keeps my heart awake
Her speech and mannerism makes me dream of loving again
Words cannot describe her beauty
She is the shadow hidden in my dreams
My face light up with smiles
When her number appears on my phone
She has taken my heart hostage
And now she is all over my mind
But why did I fall in love with a lady
I haven’t seen or met
Her shadow is all I see
Hidden shadows of tomorrow
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