Biography of Quame Boatmann
Maxwell Owusu, writing as Quame Boatmann, was born and bred at Cape Coast, Central Region, Ghana. He attended High school at Aggrey Memorial (A.M.E) Zion, where he offered Visual Arts. He loves visual art works especially canvas paintings and has done many paintings which he gives out as gifts to people who are special to him. Maxwell took interest in writing whiles in year three at High School after his encounter with Joshua Nkoom, who was the 'young poet' at the time.
Joshua Nkoom, who always marvel at Maxwell's analysis of his poems always praise him and gradually Maxwell developed the interest in writing his own poems and novels aside analyzing Joshua's poems.
Maxwell's style of writing was more of European and his works are themed with fantasies more than reality, inspired by reading from great writers like J.R.R Tolkien, Sara Douglas, Garth Nix and few other fantasy writers.
A year after High School, Maxwell got employed at the Central Regional Library, where he worked as a Library Technician. There he developed an interest in Information Technology. Per his passion for teaching little children and a part time job, Maxwell volunteered as a teacher at Nkanfoa Methodist Child Development Center(NMCDC) , Compassion Ghana, where he later became a Child Advocate.
In May 2015, Maxwell and his other philanthropic friends started Make~a~life Foundation, a charity foundation started to help orphans, neglected, the needy..etc in communities, with the aim of making the world a better place for all.
He gained admission to University of Cape Coast to read Psychology and Foundations of Education which he majors in English Language.
He is currently reading Information Science at Kumasi Technical University. Read his poems also at www.covertpoet.wordpress.com
Quame Boatmann Poems
I need an angel by my side To be the sand that calms the ocean’s tide An angel to light my path and be my guide To stand firm with hate aside
The Imminent Consort
My valor gushed out The moment I saw you The strength to fight worn out Like magic, no doubt
Traveller On The Road
As I walk on the silent road Weary of this long restless journey A journey along the dry desert Though endless as eternity
Precious Days Of Old
Gone are the days of our forefathers where civilization had not begun a child had no place in the gathering of elders
She walks like one with valour She works like one with power And her voice, like one with harper She smiles like one with more dollar
Dawn To Dusk
From sunset to sundown From dawn to dusk Even from the dramas of my night rests My mind is filled with thoughts, thoughts of you
Cape Coast, My Paradise
Cape Coast, Cape Coast Where I belong A Paradise I dream never to leave As long as the sand calms the wrath of the tides
If wishes come true, On this special day I would make thousands for you and this day would be as special as it is to be
Take mine and give me yours This is no robbery, so no need to worry For my gesture not lures
Who'll Speak For Us?
So long have we been laboring Too tight have we been stretched Sharing the fate of Job As we’re always denied the fruit of our labour
The Red Note
As little as its value Without grace or honour Oblivion to the poor And a door mat to the rich
I have come to the crossroads Where I must take a step A step to what lies on the fore A step to the right path
The memories of my early days Become as green leaves Of the dew morning Whenever I behold
The Smile Of The Adversary
As bright as the morning star The smile of the adversary With the teeth of a twinkling star Like no blood beneath, ne’er scary
The Red Note
As little as its value
Without grace or honour
Oblivion to the poor
And a door mat to the rich
Yet the red note is even tougher
Than the garrisons of the coast of gold
That appears dauntless and invincible
But a mirage to the red note