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Kingsley Adu-Boffour Poem
They packed us in ships and boats.
Sardines have more space in their cans as compared to us,
Low ventilation, no water, little food,
Out of our land of abundance, land of riches, land of gold,
We sailed off to the land unknown,
‘Door of No Return’, that was the last door I saw in my homeland.
With shackles on our necks, ankles and wrists, we were led sheepishly to the ship,
When we complained, they lashed us, when we rebelled, they killed us,
And the weak amongst us; they were maltreated.
My sister was force raped yesterday; it’s my fiancée’s turn today,
We were supposed to get married last Sunday,
“I’ve been shot in one knee”, an Old Norse slang,
I’m married; I was going to tell my friends,
But the sun sure didn’t smile on me on Sunday,
Now in a new land, new soil, we’re auctioned like some merchandise,
I thought they only wanted our gold, or was it not enough; the additional cocoa,
Now we work on their plantations, from dawn until dusk,
We’re forced to speak the Whiteman’s language,
We’re forced to eat their food and dress like them,
And the very thing that make us Africans; our pride, It’s been taken from us,
So I wonder the kind of future that lies ahead for our unborn generations,
I wonder if our rich values, our norms, our traditions,
I wonder if they would be passed down to them,
Africa, my story.
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Kingsley Adu-Boffour Poem
The best waakye in the community is sold by the gutter,
Gutter choked with rubbish and litter,
Litter that stops the flow of water,
Water, contaminated as it is, the breeding grounds for mosquitoes,
Mosquitoes that cause malaria,
They hover around the food that we love,
And so we eat,
Eat to our hearts’ content,
And we enjoy every single bit of it,
And we fall sick; we get treated for cholera or diarrhoea,
And we still run back to the gutter-side,
We run back for more, more of our destruction,
Because that is the home of our favorite food, the gutter-side.
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Lightning strikes as the thunder roar!
The winds blow; as the rain threatens to fall,
The night is beckoning; I can hear it call!
The eagle with its strong wings; is unable to soar.
In torrents the showers come down; finally,
One, two, three … six hours on, and the whole city is flooded,
Boom! Boom!! Boom!!! And that’s the sound of an explosion!
The living souls here are burnt beyond recognition!
June 3rd; a date that we wish we would never recall!
The sun rises above the horizon; the eagle hops on the land,
Disfigured are the sons and daughters of Mother Ghana,
What a calamity that on this land befalls!
Many homes lost, many properties displaced,
Many lives lost; remaining survivors defaced,
Will the stars light up the sky again?
Will the eagle see beyond the clouds again?
In memory of the victims of the June 3rd inferno
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It must have been L*O*V*E; at first sight,
That made you hold me; so, so tight,
You caused my pain to flee; when I first saw light,
Your Love for me; I can’t understand with all my might!
When the clouds on my face; cause rain to fall from my eyes,
You wipe the tears off my face; and look me right in the eyes,
And tell me that I have a place; in your heart very warm not as cold as ice,
Mom you are my Ace; you make my life so nice!
The only source of my happiness; is in your love,
A mother’s tender care; a gift that many only wish to have,
Like a hen your heart of protection; is as sacred as a dove,
I will never cease to call you Ma; because you are My All!
The sunrise and the sunset; there’s nothing as beautiful as this,
The clouds and the rainbow; they are things I’ll never want to miss,
But there’s nothing so comforting or refreshing; than your kiss,
Mom for your love to stay forever; is the only thing that I wish!
Copyright © Kingsley Adu-Boffour | Year Posted 2020
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Remember when you used to say the words that I was stammering to let out?
What happened to us?
Remember when you knew what it meant when I just blinked?
Remember when you were my Bread and Egg; BAE?
Even our footprints knew you loved me.
We were so good together; we could never go a day without each other,
What happened to us?
Remember when you loved the exact things that I hated about myself?
What happened to us?
How could you walk away without me noticing?
How could you disappear without the last kiss?
Remember when you said to me; “Promise me that you will never love anyone else but me”?
So how could you shut the door, when you knew I was not out yet?
What happened to us?
How could you, My Boo, get so cold, I thought you were in a vacuum?
Remember what happened whenever we touched?
What happened to us?
So it comes down to this; I sit in the garden and observe,
As the butterfly disperses the leaves of dandelion with despair,
My heart bleeds the colour of castor bean as a result of it being pierced and wounded by a spear.
Now my eyes are heavy, but I refuse to let fall a tear.
Because my question still remains, “What Happened To Us?”
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I want to be free,
Free like a bird,
But these shackles keep holding me down,
I want to love,
Love like I’ve never loved before,
But there’s this pain in my heart,
It makes me want to get stitches,
There are new places I want to see,
There’s this fresh air I want to breathe,
But my legs can’t take me far enough,
So I’m stuck in this place,
And my thoughts are stuck in my mind.
And my emotions are stuck in my heart,
I want to feel the ocean,
I want to see the line where the sky kisses the sea,
I want to see the waves of the sea rolling,
I want to stand on the mountain’s peak,
And see the world beneath me,
I want to see it for what it truly is,
I want to stand in the city center,
In the midst of the noise, in the middle of the chaos,
And find this peace,
I want to close my eyes and feel the world around me,
I want to be free,
I want to live.
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I try to drive, but I know I’m not fit.
The road is bumpy, who’ll take me through?
I try to move forward, but I end up in a ditch.
The weather is foggy, who else will lead me but you?
I need you forever in my life,
Who else guides me all the way, till I’m through?
You are always there for me because of your love.
Forever I desire nothing else, but only you.
Just as the driver controls the wheels of his car,
Take my life as such and guide me on the path which Thou has chosen for me.
And just as the pigeon feed her babies with food from her mouth,
Feed me with the word of Thy mouth for in Thy Word is life.
A co-pilot? No! I don’t need a co-pilot,
I need You to come and live in my heart,
I do not want my ways to be of just a lot,
Just direct my path to the place where Thou art.
Just as I am, I come to Thee,
I accept that I have sinned,
Please cleanse and set me free,
So that to the ground, I’ll not be pinned.
I never wanna leave Your presence,
Keep me in your light,
Free me from ill conscience,
Guide me to follow Your path.
Just as the followers of a shepherd are the sheep,
So are the followers of Jesus Christ Christians.
If I call myself a Christian indeed,
Let Jesus Christ be the only One I need.
Arise o my soul,
Be strong and march forward.
Or else life would be a woe,
So always remember the direction to move, ‘forward’.
What kind of God is this?
That what ‘ere that I do is filthy in His eyes?
Being destined to destruction like a fish,
All I need is Your mercy to make me cold new as Ice.
Upon all my crimes You still came to die for me,
And has made me as valuable as Yourself,
You’ve made me know that You even love me more than I do love myself,
I now pray that to Your sanctuary, You bring me.
Because He lives, I can face tomorrow,
Jesus being my provider,
I need not to be in sorrow,
He’ll take care of me forever.
Born in white, I am asked to journey in mud,
How am I supposed to walk in mud without soiling myself?
I saw a Man, who said He’ll make me even better than just a lad,
He said “all you’ve got to do is to repent and ask for it yourself”.
There’s power in His voice!
He commandeth the storm to be quiet,
It is not with mere noise,
But with grace from where He abideth.
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I shot cupid’s arrow, in the dark, but I still hit bull’s eye,
I found a girl, pretty is an understatement,
From her hair to her heels, she’s a refined beauty,
But there’s one thing about her that puts me off; her character,
I’ve been kissed by a rose; and the feeling is bittersweet,
Roses come with thorns, at least I should have known earlier,
But love is not always peaceful and bright,
It has sunrise, it has day, it has gloom, it has rain,
Its moody, it’s happy, it’s undulating, it’s not plain,
Love like a stream meanders, but it always leads your heart right.
When the birds in the trees tweet their famous chorus on repeat,
The symphony of their chirping overshadows the cacophony of the forest,
So is love; persisting as it is, it can overshadow flaws,
A rose with its thorns is like a glass half-filled with water,
Half-full or half-empty; your perspective determines what you see,
I’ve been kissed by a rose, and yes! It’s bittersweet,
But it’s still better than no kiss at all.
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There was a girl that once loved me,
She was all furry like a kitten,
Ever cute, ever radiant she was,
I was the opposite,
I was covered with quills all over,
So rough and rugged like a King’s meadow that had turned to hay,
But drawn to each other were we,
We who knew no love,
I knew no love because I never loved myself,
I was my worst critic,
And she knew no love because no one showed her how to,
But drawn to each other were we,
Like unlike poles of a magnet,
And whenever we tried to touch, we repelled,
I was too much of a pain for her as she was for me,
So one by one, she plucked the quills off my body,
And each time, I felt the pain of having a part of me being removed,
But as soon as all my quills were gone,
Then, and only then did she realize,
That the time I had quills, was when I was the most beautiful,
Now with scars all over my body, she just remembered,
Marshmallows would’ve just been enough,
Enough to cover my flaws, so that we could love again.
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Your warm breath on my forehead;
Your Kiss,
The lovely times that we share;
The Bliss,
All the things that we plan to do;
The List,
Through the good times and the gloom;
The Twist,
When you hold no part of my body but;
My Wrist,
And show me the way with nothing but;
Your Fist,
When you give me the understanding of everything;
The Gist,
So that there will be nothing that I wouldn’t capture;
Or Miss,
When we walk along the beach together;
The Breeze,
On the sea, when we take a cruise;
And I Freeze,
It feels like light has been lit in me;
Your Touch,
It shows me things that I couldn’t have seen;
Like a Torch,
When I don’t think about you:
It’s like a Cacophony,
Because the fact that I love you:
Makes me a Somebody,
Jesus your love has no boundaries;
It’s Infinite!
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