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Best Poems Written by Prince Assandoh-Mensah

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On the Lonely Street

Lonely slowly solely I trailed on a street
I looked back, forward, left and right and there was no one to greet
The street was narrow, long and seems to have no end
Very scary, I trembled, so I called my big brother Ken
I shouted his name, shouted and shouted without taking a pause
My voice only goes, multiplies and bounces back, with no response

Very tired, frustrated and hungry, so I leaned beside a tree
I plucked some fruits, just to quench my stomach’s plea
But hungrier than I, was the lion standing not far from me
It roared and swung its tail looking at me
“An already-made meal, how sweet” It said and smiled at me
“Oh father, make me not its daily bread” I prayed and planned to flee

My feet was not glued, so I asked it to hurry to flee
How fast I ran, I don’t think I can even give you a clue
The lion followed me angrily as I ran and pant on the road
I was tired but could not afford to assume a resting mode
I almost gave up but saw a tree I felt I could climb
It could be a nice rescue so I doubled my steps to climb


Voila! There I was and the lion could only stand to watch
I smiled back at it, as I searched for a better place to lodge
But there was none, as the tree owner seemed not to be happy with me
The cobra raised its flattened head, ready to pounce on me
I was much scared, confused so I felt the urge to pee
I said my last prayer to God, thanking Him for what He has done for me

The cobra jumped at me but unluckily fell in the neck of the lion
It fought the lion and I could only referee to crown the champion
Poor cobra lost the fight and the lion devoured its whole length
But the king of the jungle couldn’t withstand for long, the venom of the cobra
A voice then spoke to my heart, after the hungry lion’s departure
“Fear not my son, even in the valley of the shadow of death”

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The Council of My Motherland

Strike the masses, with hopes in prose
To earn their trust, and thumbs in folds

Kneel to the masses, to be put to council
Chosen by the masses, to be their council

Steal the masses’ offering, when put in council
To flee their own, only from hassle

To thee the council of the motherland
Why do you cause pain bitter than labour
Poverty strikes masses like thunder
Indigenes molested like prisoners
Strangled by the strings of hunger
Whiles awaiting your promise to better the land

To the mighty above, they are left to pray
To sustain them without a pay
For the day the fire shall turn red
The evergreen’s scalp shall turn bald

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My Father Corn Mill

Standing in the center of my father’s village
Is a mysterious corn mill
Which produces the worst of flour
Even when served with the best of corns of the land
So in hunger, his offspring always weep

Across the coast off my father’s village
Lies this giant but old corn mill
Which receives grains from father’s fields
To produce flour, honey and milk
To serve and fill the mouths of its offspring
Sometimes to the benefit of those not his offspring

So why should the corn mill of my father breed the worst?
Without a lesson from him that mills across the coast
While the children of the land grow pale and frail
The pawpaw’s bridegroom dances and waves
Is it the chorus of the tunes that spreads loud from its wings?
Or it’s a heritage that needs to be preserved to appease the gods


So when would the miseries of my siblings come to rest
Should I send spies to the corn mill we were once forced to build
Or awake the doors of the gods with a penny
To discover the corn mill and my father’s destiny

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Sneakers Exit

The sky is light
The moon is brighter
The paths are clearer
The fastest legs ply

Abonyi village stands in silence
To wails of frogs and flies
Only the stubborn child cries
To the ‘chu-ko chu-ko’ sounds of beds

The day has been bade well
The gongs of my heart struck
Awakened!
The earliest crow heard

The windows of the eyes,
Still fixed
The doors of the ears,
Widely left ajar
Foregoing the croaks in a yard
Awaiting the tiptoes of a mile



But to-dawn
The tiptoes of the sneaker,
Has faded
Drowning with it
The whispering escort
My door is barren
Refusing to imitate the dawn’s before
Where the tiptoes of the sneaker;
Careful to avoid the distract of the roosters
The gentle struck on a door
And the soft whispers of a lover
Tickles the ears of an expectant

Aw! The spell of poverty
Striking the young of Abonyi village
Has compelled the sneaker, my lover
Into the big mouth of no-man’s-land
In search of a better tomorrow

The night still glows cold
Longer than ever told
With loneliness,
Striking the note of the good times
Once spent together

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Obra -Life

Son, let me tell you something
I once heard
It was your grandfather
Who told me
When he saw I had grown beard
It’s about a journey to a town, 
That comes with some great earn
Cattle, cowries, gold…; 
There would be more than what you can even care
But the journey is meant for the valiant 
Not the coward, neither the drunkard nor the lazy
So only few young men attempt to dare

Obra is a town whose location I cannot even show
Do not ask why
Your grandpa told me he doesn’t also know
But leading to the town,
Is a narrow and a lonely path
In a jungle filled with trees
That your father’s machete cannot even cut.
The path meanders on mountains
 That stands tall and very steep
There, your eyes cannot afford to sleep
For the wild animals there,
 Are too satisfied to let your flesh to spare

It is not a place for pleasure;
You have to prepare before you dare
But there is a way to make it there
That I would like to share
Cover your teeth, son, don’t laugh, 
You’ll still have to pay the fare.
The troubles are great, 
So learn how to persevere
Appease the gods and have faith
So that you will never fear
Remember you will dine with kings 
When you work hard to make it there
And the rest of your days would be good
 So I urge you to go and dare

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The Mouth of a Politician

With the promise of heaven on earth
As if our problems they do care
Upon the thousands of castles built in the air
They still live on planet earth

Oh Mr politician!
The words of your mouth soothes
Through my ears, they give me a boost
The filling of pockets in a day to its brim
Made me to believe you can really brag

No wonder just beside you are the miss Ghana's as your spouse
For abundant of lies, your mouth can really browse
When in the need of my frailing thumb
What a potrician!

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Oneday Oneday

Life at Okusibanstate
Is far opposite that of an estate
Yet, I seem less bothered
For in the few days to come
I shall bed and breathe in an estate

The morning swing on the village atonko
Seems like hours of comfort on a luxurious water closet
That I’m never in a hurry to leave
For in the few days to come
I shall decide when and where to pupu

The square meals of Bankye Ampesi without fish
Taste more like a bridegroom’s Hamburger
That I lick to the last green
For in the few days to come
I shall decide where and what to eat


For I’m building a solid foundation
To build on it a strong and a bright future
In the few days to come
Shall emerge a great and wealthy me

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Silky Web

Carefully crafted
With the finest of nature
Skillfully crafted
Just to make a capture

Hangs lonely in a corner
Looking for a lover
Just to fall a prey
To capture without a may

To God I will pray
If my web catches a prey
I will suck her not in a haste
adore her forever with a praise
love her forever in my life
queen her forever in my heart
I will praise her many a time in a day
To rest in my silky web forever in her life

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Oh Africa When Shall We Be

Africa Africa Africa
When shall we be
First of all mankinds,
Now the worst of all mankinds
Gifted with several languages,
Speaks that of an alien
Oh Africa!
When shall we be

Africa Africa Africa
When shall we be
Breasted with most resources,
Benefits from least resources
Superior in lands and strengths,
Inferior in minds and skills
Oh Africa
When shall we be

Africa Africa Africa
When shall we be
First of all mankinds,
Now the worst of all mankinds
Gifted with several languages,
Speaks that of an alien
Oh Africa
When shall we be
Africa Africa Africa
When shall we be…
Breasted with most resources,
Benefits from least resources
Superior in lands and strengths,
Inferior in minds and skills
Oh Africa
When shall we be…

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Wrong Clone

I wear a mask and a robe
Tattered and tinted black
Scary and stained blood
Solely visible to the mind’s eye

Sebrebe, I cometh
All the coward feareth
And the men runeth
For I scare and catch
Molest and crash
And bite and suck

I have been cloned-
To have killed from birth
And from birth,
May be till death
But now my hands are free
And my robes are clean




This is a wrong clone
Resting in your mind’s eye
Awake from your trance
For once, to the present
To the reflections of the realities
To the beauties of the current
For once I’ve murdered
Not always a murderer