Tuesday, 13 December 2016

Yesterday's Blaze


Insulating myself from the hell that wants to erode my skin, that's what I'm doing. These yellow flames were my friends before. We walked the brimstone streets once and many times that we lost count.

The livid horde of grim reapers came through the alleys we played on. Their long staffs, with those razor-sharp blades, sent hot chills down places that crippled us. Nevertheless, we still had a calmness that made us impervious to the fear that they exuded.

I'm not sure why that was the case. Maybe its because we were young and unaware. Things are different now. They blazed hotter as the day continued, whilst I remained the same; hoping to become the sun and far hotter than has ever been, I maxed out.

It's almost midnight. Things are different now. Why? 
I've forgotten how it feels to be fierce; what a sharp contrast of sub-zero temperatures looked like. My amnesia has become my undoing.

Monday, 5 December 2016

You're Not Here


It's like my soul searching came up short. I didn't factor in the eventual this. Being a grad student is never easy. Thing is, I didn't know it had anti-perks. I only saw what opportunities lied ahead using my pragmatic side. I conveniently forgot about my more emotive half and thought I'd "robocop" my way through.

But the long distance love I avowed to avoid, caught up with me. Exposing me and all of my weaknesses. The time difference, ooooh time difference. I hate it with a passion.
She's going to bed, I'm sitting in class. She wakes up expecting to hear my voice, I'm living my alternate reality with a snore. It's always a tussle without pulling a muscle.

The first didn't really pap. Being strangers before and turning lovers overnight was the curse.
But this is different. We've been friends for a decade and one. And now the harsh reality knocks.

Yesternight was hard. Her tears brushed my canvas.
She's stressed, she can't take it.
The missed calls, the emojis, the long messages; it's all messing her state.
Her expectations are intoxicated with hope, but yet, wet with uncertainty.
Now, it's like hearts need glucose shots. Hmmm...

Wednesday, 9 November 2016

Doughnut Trunk


No one man should have all this power. Especially when he's got a fluffy fluff on his head. Coincidence created both his hair and that pussy cat with the same color.
Isn't it just beautiful? Just fantastic, just wonderful...(arms stretched sideways)

Thought he warned you when he said he'll win big. Bigger than the bigot you thought he was or might be. Would you be proud of everything you'd say, if your every movement was tracked by a camera or the Machine as seen in "Person of Interest"?

Please, it's taking too long for you to disembark from your twelve-feet pony. Did you think that was your forever-abode? I apologize. We all need our garments bleached, even if some of us are predisposed to flaunting the stains more than others.

And oh..Billary, how long it took you to get this fly? All day...
All these years for a loss?  Oh. Sorry.
Maybe next time, you'll visit Wisconsin and still prepare for the debate.


Congrats Doughnut...

Tuesday, 1 November 2016

Yesu Medaase


Dear Lord,

I'm grateful for my biological family, my church family, and friends who became so.
You've been great and merciful to us Lord. There are many things you have done for us.
We're eternally thankful Yeshua.

Hallowed be your Name!
I'm grateful for life and for your redemption in this life.
Father, I thank you for your plans and thoughts towards me and my future.
Plans for my good only to bring me to an expected end.
Countless times I have not deserved your favor, but you showed it anyway.

I'm grateful for the blood and your Spirit, as they bear witness.
Medaase obrempong Nyame.

Best Regards,
Kojo,


Words
Medaase - Thank you (Twi - ghanaian language of the Akan tribe)
Obrempong - Almighty (Twi)
Nyame - God(Twi)

Sunday, 30 October 2016

Miezah Mystery



It has become common knowledge, at least to me, that the man with whom I share a surname (at least partially), was declined the chance to ascend to the presidency back in the day.

The underlining story, however, could easily pass for an episode of Leverage. For those who don't know what I'm talking about, Leverage was a popular series based on modern-day Robin Hoods, that carved out very thought-out and elaborate schemes to dupe the affluent, having erred based on their own moral judgement.
Except in this case, it was a one-man show with swag. Shabray paaa...


What shocked me was the Trust Fund story and the bruhaha surrounding the whole thing.
First off, I'm sure its something of an open secret that African dictatorships and democratic ones alike, have for ages stacked their loot in Swiss banks. From the Mobutus to the Maha.......errmm okay, that one dier I kent.
Let's continue because you get my drift.


In chess, one rule is true; the fact that the trick or trap is old, doesn't mean it won't work if you don't anticipate it. Maybe that's what happened to the many investors who trusted this sole trustee of the supposed Fund that held millions.


Come to think of it, I now understand why my primary school teachers kept making reference to him anytime I had to repeat my surname. 
I would have said, "Please there's no relation okay. Don't know him from Abimelech..."



Slang List
Shabray - a popular Ghanaian slang meaning "sharp minded individual".
kent - westernized enunciation of the word "can't".

Photo source: globalfusionproductions.com

Friday, 28 October 2016

Rusty Dreams


How far has the corrosion gone? Maybe you and your silver coins needed some galvanization. Isn't it obvious you came up short? Not the chocolate-drop kind. Just that the accolades you wanted could easily pass for a shelter, since you stayed under.

Your castles came crushing down being unfounded, when you closed your eyes all day. Maybe you misread your destiny, when it said your life would be full of dreams. Next time, you should ask the author for an abstract, just so you're apt from the start.

Did you see and relay on the many diamonds that you mined in those dreams? Maybe they stayed there and became your imaginations central reserve. You better build many banks and link them with lines that would live for centuries.

The horses you rode have gone with the wind that created them. Maybe next time when you saddle up, hold tight to that rein and make sure you're not catching formless forms. Thank you, that you woke up from the shut-eye that made you rich.


Tuesday, 25 October 2016

Black Russian


You say its hard being you? Try his shoes for a day.
Your blisters would shape-shift your life.
Imagine being a black "chelovek", with an African accent.
Attempt the feat of smiling in every photo.
You'll need a grayscale filter man.

It's hard for this jigga
The boy who hardly smiles but wants to.
You know why?
His near-golden congregation leaves him muted.
Especially when everyone else's still dencia.

Maybe he should have listened to mummy
when she warned his naughty bottom.
He refused, he clogged his ears with Colgate tops.
Now he talks under tone, "say again?"
You stooped closer to hear, oh!



Wednesday, 17 August 2016

Well Spoken


I've noticed how difficult it is to speak the right words in this generation. Vulgarity seems to be the new normal, or at least, it has been accepted for decades now. It's easy to blame current musical trends and actors we so dearly admire.

Like the many critical people I know, it's a personal principle of mine to speak right. That doesn't just mean alacrity; it means oratorical dignity too. Saying the f-word, or the s-word might be the current cool. But I'm sorry, let me be forever uncool and dignified in my speech. That would not only present me before kings and queens, it will force them to accord me respect. After all, Melania Trump copied Michelle Obama's speech, and not Azealia Banks' over-top rhetoric (no offense).
Plus, that's what Daddy taught me.

Speak right..

Wednesday, 27 July 2016

Spintex Trips - Ep 2.(The First Kiss)


So here I am, staring at the gate I could easily scale over. 
Oh yeah. I've gathered a wealth of experience with my own at home. It's brown, a tad higher than this one but, very shaky. You could blame it on my calculated jumps over it at odd hours. Mostly because, I didn't want anyone hearing the echoes from the gate, as I snuck out to play soccer and other things. Hehe. 

"Hey! Have you been knocking for a long time? Not really. The sun is just really on fleek today'', i replied as she pulled me by my striped shirt. I bought it a week before. It was a huge day.
I had to dress for memories. She wasn't looking too bad herself. The pink darted skirt she had on was a charm. I guess she was looking forward to this just as I was.

So after the brief hug, I was beginning to feel nervous. The night before we spoke about what teenagers dream about, and how that we both hadn't had one yet. We sat in the brown leather couch and she asked, "Do you want anything to drink?" "Nope. I'm good thanks",I lied.

We stared at the TV for minutes as she flipped through channels. My palms were beginning to feel sweaty. Then she inched closer and scratched them. She asked why I had such soft palms and as I lifted my head, it happened. Whoa! I floated, I mean literally. It's like for a moment, all my nerve endings died everywhere else but above my chin.

A silence followed. Soon after she said softly, "I want you to leave." Now I was confused. Did I do something wrong? Was ''the first'' that bad?

Oh my days!

Don't Settle




This is just a critic of the above. It has probably come from people wanting the best. But sometimes I've heard it in a somewhat selfish breath. It's almost like anything other than what we want in specific details is a serious case of "settling". Okay...okay. Go on! Okay..

Bernoulli pick without replacement
Being sure its exactly what you want
-that's the caveat.
A risky sum.

Cure your blind heart
its eyes seem redundant.
For when your one appears
his colors might be contrary to your canvas.

Because though there are parts
that can't be seen or touched,
the plaudits will still ring to the waving
of the fleeting rock that can.

Reach for yours, please
forget praying about the matter.
You must deserve the party's best
regardless of where it leads.


Sunday, 24 July 2016

Spintex Trips - Ep.1


So this one time, I liked this lady who lived there. The warehouse enclave which exploded in popularity a decade ago. My grannies' house became just one more reason to pan past those fourteen feet buildings; probably holding truck loads of sardines, cement and even canned cows.

But yeah, this girl made Gabrielle Union look like one of the three ugly sisters in Cinderella. Her skin tone was nearly as dark as bitumen; her neighborhood's dusty roads desperately needed that. She constantly made me feel guilty. "Ah mehnn. I'm actually bypassing the junction that leads to my grannies house, to see a lady I might not even marry? I have a problem paaa." Please, my hormones were stronger than the Spartans. Don't judge.

So the "I'm going to visit a friend'' excuse I gave my parents led me there.
Funny enough, I had been to her blue-gate house more times than can be counted on a baby millipede. But I always waited at the bus station and called her on my Nokia 3310 to ask for directions. I guess the memories from her sitting room neuralyzed me afterwards, Agent J-style. One day, my experience paid dividend. Deep breaths came before knocking with my sweaty knuckles.

Breath-mints, check.
Shaved fingernails, check.
Two neatly-ironed handkerchiefs check.
Okay. We're going in...

Monday, 18 July 2016

What I'm Trying to Say - Pt.2


So this morning my breakfast isn't going down well.
Okay. Let me attempt to describe my predicament. I might be love-sick or whatever you want to call it. But wanting to love someone is never a bad idea in my book. So strings pulled us together. Mind you, this wasn't planned. I really wanted to learn to play the guitar and still do.
Her wriggly arms don't faze me at all, rather, its the weight of her heart that draws me close. I hope I don't get the distance card played after this disclosure. She might be my penguin and...okay! let me keep quiet.

Unlike my today's lasagna
you're not patty packed.
Full of pure substance
but still light enough to carry.

Those red roses
didn't replace your sunflower love.
But I hope they lingo relayed
my heart's beat.

I might not be your dream
not the complete package.
Let's build some on the kingsize
and find fullness in Him.

Saturday, 16 July 2016

What I'm Trying To Say - Pt.1


It might seem obvious
but the eyes might not be naked enough
to perceive beyond the veil
which your history placed over them.

I'm not self-seeking
I remember telling you days ago
That I wish my heart was transparent
whilst it poured itself on you.

Then maybe you'll see
what exactly I'm trying to say
whenever my fingers strum
to the tapping of your feet.


Sunday, 26 June 2016

Fool's Gold

Image result for fools gold

There were miners
Scrapping against walls
Those screens had more ore
But they never found some.

These forehead torch goons
Risked limb, pushed limits
sadly they always left empty
bats they became to riches.

Like these valiant paupers
my sight is lost at its worst
to the elusive lucre called love
Don't ask me why.

Sunday, 12 June 2016

Trouble Clef











My tips blistered today
as the song begun once more.
On these flat fifty strings
my fingers struggled to strum to.

The measure seemed too wide,
too rich to wrap my head around.
Steady hands didn't help
as the refrain reached me.

My platelets were helpless
as the gush streamed on.
My blood turned tear-salty
whilst my knees rebuked the scurge.


Saturday, 4 June 2016

Selah


What a love.
I have not deserved a nano of this.
Countless times, many moments
my love has failed
But not this one.

This love sought me
even when I didn't seek after it.
What a compelling yearn
to rescue those like me
a yesteryear shipwrecked soul.

This love made me.
My downsitting, it is privy to.
It has searched me and known me.
Endless love, search me some more
till I'm without guile.

Monday, 23 May 2016

Broken Token



The strings that joined them
tore like they have before.
A mind never paid
left them the same way.

A miniature, a type
A copy of the real kind
It's just jewellery, but it's not
Even without touch or sight.

The other's stayed on your right wrist
whilst our initials tore.
I'm the villain and so sore
Cos before we began, it wasn't mended.

Sunday, 22 May 2016

My Aldos



These blue envelopes
have pressed against the plough,
walked the alleys of the Row
where death skids past men.

These soles
have accrued miles on end
Seeking those that are his
Just to tell them its not lost.

My aldos
They've tasted my tears 
as the Holy Spirit touched me.
They've become more than shoes.


Thursday, 12 May 2016

Eliabu


There isn't any chocolate on there
No force field pulling my mouth's magnet
I'm not taking advantage of you either
I just fell for them.

No accolades, no prizes can compare
to the gift of your glistening face
They're not the reason I'm stricken
I just thought you should know.

You might not feel a thing.
Well, I hope you do
Knowing they mean a bit of something
would mean everything to my lips.

Signed
Kojo.

Tuesday, 10 May 2016

Wingless Bird



So is it impossible?
To be what I'm not
Or escape the identity the heavens gave
Its not that I'm lost
Just inspecting my sides.

Laughter and tears altogether
when the cocktail is a mix
A mix worthy of a blissful purge.
I'm a lamp with oily wicks
And a shadow of many doubts.

A walking contradiction?
Seems so.
I've never ridden the cirrus clouds
But I remain a bird
Without what makes one.

Monday, 9 May 2016

Feeling Numb



I grab myself
Cuddle myself
I'm not a new born
Don't need swaddle cloth
But somehow i just wish it was so.

Just wish she would grab me
Wrap my being and heart
Seeing that both are hers for the taking
It's obvious to the blind bus stop beggar
How much she means to me.

I grab myself
Feeling this nocturnal numb
Mostly in my right arm
Because I leaned on her left
Whilst I laid in my bed alone.


Friday, 6 May 2016

The Meaning of a Thing

The Creation of Adam, c.1510 (detail)

So what does a thing mean?
That thing we cherish and abhor.
All at the same time depending on your coordinates.
The thing with which we dare not do without.
Kinsmen could be the source of it.
Or the family we find on our journey.

The one thing that keeps a young melanin man up at night.
It is difficult to become self-didactic with this.
Yet I am looking for the meaning that plunges you.
Into the depths drenched with a thousand oysters.
I know the meaning exists.
But its taking too long to notice.

So you're asking what this thing is?
It could be the first thing you thought of
when I clearly told you afore and then.
Maybe its not what I know now
But what you're yet to find out.
Show me when it comes.

Tuesday, 19 January 2016

Her Golden Eyes


She's got much gold
So much gold in her gaze.
When she stares
I dare not stay unfazed.
Though she's ebony,
her darkness is my light.
Beaming with such glory
at the sight of her night.

She throws up gemstones
clear stones of orthoclase
when words flow from her stream
they cause my wet weakness.
She's not just royalty
Hera is her protege twice.
I'm turned to cold karats
Cos she's got golden eyes.



Words
Orthoclase: transparent yellow stone or feldspar.
Hera: From Greek mythology, the goddess of women.

Thursday, 14 January 2016

Have I Sown Myself?


I've heard a lot about seeds
About sowing
About the harvest
When reaping becomes the reward.

But what about my life?
Have I sown that?
Am I truly the living sac?
Lord, help me lord.

I've listened to pastor preach severally
It's difficult for me
Because my pockets don't like the message
They feel lonely soon after.

I have read
I have spread
Spread my bread upon the waters
But have I sold out my all?

Is my heart fully offered?
I've put my hands to the plough
But Sodom seeks me out
Lord, help me Lord.

Father says bring your first-fruit
I'll obey Godly counsel
But have I sown myself?
Have I sown my life?