Oh! Oh! ! Oh! ! !
This is not a cry of pain.
It is the sound of the push of
the pangs of the birth of a tale
...
Sister,
l am not sitting in front of you
because l am gone.
...
The river does not walk on its
journey struggling to get
to its destination because
it takes its step in a direction
...
It was only yesterday that l
held you in my arms
singing the lullabies to you
showing all the love and
...
The dead goat, my people
say would never be afraid of
the knife no matter how sharpened
it looks to the eyes.
...
She treads the earth boucing her back
like an Ashanti royal walking towards
Kejetia market with an adinkra adorning
her chocolate coloured skin that the
...
I have deliberately sealed my lips
not because there are no words
that l can form to reply you.
...
Each time l close my eyes,
l experience what the blinds do.
And anytime l enter a dark room,
It tell me what it is like to be blind.
...
It has not only been all dark and fearsome,
This past night.
I had spent the hours tossing like a
log that has been left on the sea,
...
We thought the Lord had listened to us
after we cried unto him to give us a root
when we neared this port that we had built
in our mind to keep us away from others.
...