Biography of Francis Kokutse
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 Ghanaian Times in Accra and later moved to work for African Economic Digest (AED) in London. Later he joined NewsAfrica magazine as the Assistant Editor also in London. During the 1980's he served as the Ghana Correspondent for for many media organisations including All Africa Press Service of Nairobi, Kenya and Southern African Economist of Harare, Zimbabwe.
Francis Kokutse Poems
Concerto Goree In 'A' Minor (For Maya An...
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
Listen To Me
Sister, l am not sitting in front of you because l am gone.
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
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
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
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.
My Silence Is Pregnant
I have deliberately sealed my lips not because there are no words that l can form to reply you.
Do Not Take Away The Light
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.
This Butterfly Stings
I went out to play like all children do and found this strange butterfly that has colours more than the rainbow the type that no one has ever encounted.
These Three Days
Yesterday, l sat down and watched the sun dried all that l had hoped for and made my dreams
I Want To Dream
When l close my eyes, l want to live it big somewhere with about three maids seated at my feet to do
To My Kinsmen
What wrong have we children of Ekpo done that the journey that others take days have become years for us?
I Do Remember
They were his words long before he died in the marshes near Nungua.
Nuremberg In The Atlantic
This strange people labelled my forebears as slaves, bundled them onto vessels, and later said they died on the high seas.
I am not sick by looking back in time
it is just the nice things that
keep returning to my mind.
I remember the place near the laterine
where we all gathered in the
night to watch the sea pass
by with its wave washing the coastline
on its journey to somewhere