Nii Ayi Solomon
Biography of Nii Ayi Solomon
Emmanuel Nii-Ayi Solomon lives in Accra, Ghana and is an African Poet. He believes most of the problem facing our world today can be solve by preaching the message of love; hence most of his poetry have reflected his ideals. He has participated in several poetry recital events and been invited to share his rich experience on various platforms with the recent one being ‘Teens to the Top’ a programme organised by Tuntum Arts & Entertainment Ltd at the W.E.Du Bois Centre in Accra.
Due to his many spectacular performances at the National Theatre of Ghana, he earned the title ‘The Pan African Poet’. Nii-Ayi uses his form of poetry to tell the story of the African and how unique they are. Most of his work is projected through the use of love as a powerful medium in preaching peace and togetherness.
Nii-Ayi’s poems have been published in web hosting literary magazines with his recent recognition by the U.K Poetry Library. He became the director of sponsorship for the Eagle Magazine in 2012 and was maintained as the Deputy Editor-in-Chief the following year.
He is a Tour Guide, Play Director and a Travel Sales Adviser with Apstar Tours Limited. He holds an HND in Tourism from Cape Coast Polytechnic and an Advanced Certificate in Effective News Reportage from the Central Press College.
He is a well organised person and a firm believer of excellence. Nii-Ayi is currently working on his first novel. You can reach him at email@example.com and https: //www.facebook.com/niiayis
You can find more about him by googling: Emmanuel Nii-Ayi Solomon or Nii-Ayi Solomon.
Nii Ayi Solomon Poems
My First Love Experience
It was in the early days of our lives We met She was so beautiful My eyes could not stop admiring
An Impossible Dream (A Cry Of A Truck Pu...
The street is my home It is where I belong I know no love So I make it not part of my daily vocabulary
Dance With Me
How long must I be in the dark room? Staring into emptiness Thy feet is treasured Roll on the floor with me
Allow Me To Be Myself
Why must I have a make-up of a fool? Leaving me with horrors of my past The past that mirror a fractured heart And a sinking dream
I heard their call in the far land But I will not respond Their deeds I will not look at before rising Their accusations and murmurs however whack me in the face
My mind quizzed me I became insane Thrashed by the hopes of yesterday Vanished dreams embraced me
Allow Me To Be Myself
Why must I have a make-up of a fool?
Leaving me with horrors of my past
The past that mirror a fractured heart
And a sinking dream
Driving me to a hollow of absent-mindedness
Why must I feast with a toothless ghost?
When its life has vanished into nothingness
With no hope for today