Edward Kofi Louis
The Spirit Of St. Louis - Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
In my consirtium,
In my realm,
In my apartment,
And like thr spirit of St. Louis in the land of my muse;
But this world is full of sins.
Three months of studies and three months of love,
But Thomas Alva Edison taught himself everything that he knew;
And he became a great man! !
As he also invented the phonograph in 1877,
But cry the beloved child of Africa.
Achilles dipped into the River Styx,
But i was born on Friday the 13th of October 1961;
In the very time when the cameras around could not take my picture.
My image at birth was very hard for the cameras,
But do kiss the missing birds when i am about to touch you with my love;
For my words are more imaginative than ever!
And like Thomas Alva Edison who taught himself.
Talented from the womb of my mother, 'Catherine Esi Dede Mensah';
I came out into the world to understand the muse of love and hate,
And like the spirit of St. Louis in the land of your muse.
Art and craft were my hobbies,
Taught to me as well by my mother to enhance my future!
Since she studied embroidery and catering,
But my imaginations are what i do share with the world today.
I won my first Art Competition at the age of 12,
And i took up the spirit of St. Louis to enhance my status;
However, growing up in Africa wasn't all that easy.
This was the impetus of a gifted child,
Born in Africa to respect the muse of love;
And with the normal school to attend as a sign of honour,
But how can this system understand my status-quo?
The vice-versa was not what i met,
And i was not interested in many subjects;
But Fine Art and Mathematics were my two best subjects!
And probably, i gained the avantage of the mathematics from my father;
'Vincent Kweku Louis', who studied Architecture! !
And many are the buildings in Ghana today built by him.
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