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Francis Kokutse
Francis Kokutse
(19/10/1958 / Accra-Ghana)
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Francis Kokutse, a 1990 Press Fellow of Wolfson College, University of Cambridge is a free-lance journalist based in Accra, Ghana. He is the Ghana Bureau Chief for Africa Today magazine. He also writes for several other media organisations including, Associated Press, Dow Jones Newswires and the Inter Press Service. He was born in Accra, and trained as a journalist. He started work with the ... more »
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Francis Kokutse Poems
Concerto Goree In 'A' Minor (For Maya Angelou)
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... more »
Listen To Me
Sister,
l am not sitting in front of you
because l am gone.... more »
Flow Like A River
The river does not walk on its
journey struggling to get
to its destination because
it takes its step in a direction... more »
I Have Wronged You
It was only yesterday that l
held you in my arms
singing the lullabies to you
showing all the love and... more »
My Caribbean Pearl
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... more »
I Am Already Dead
The dead goat, my people
say would never be afraid of
the knife no matter how sharpened
it looks to the eyes.... more »
My Silence Is Pregnant
I have deliberately sealed my lips
not because there are no words
that l can form to reply you.... more »
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Listen To Me
Sister,
l am not sitting in front of you
because l am gone.
There are things that have
consumed my soul and l
am not the person you see.
My heart is on fire and
not even the waters of the Volta
can put it out.
My sister,
l have lost my bearing
an animal has captured me
and done to me what no
human being should suffer.
Did you hear laughter, my sister?
these are not sounds of joy
but the laughter that only
a bitter man can laugh to cry.
I fear for the night because
sleep has quareled with my eyes
and refused ...
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