Friday Night

Friday Night has come around

He beeps his horn twice to get my attention

I give my old friend a look of disinterest

He smiles at me, a smile I know oh to well

Oh, the trouble we get into, tonight might be jail

All the same I grab my jacket and hop in the car

the night has started, he lights his cigar.

Ghana Moments: Fear of the Big Man

This transpired when a parking attendant at the airport noticed i was in possession of a parking ticket as well as a long term parking pass and asked me to hand over the ticket without giving me reason, i refused:

a favour asked, i was happy to oblige

to the airport i went to go to heat a ride

i merrily approached the mean silver machine

whose shine dirt had dulled and it no longer gleamed

my thoughts were cut short by an approaching attendant

he opened his mouth and of teeth he had remnants

beside the car he stood and peered inside

i held the parking pass aloft smiling with pride

he said 'aha a ticket have you'

(he actually didn't say that but the import is true)

i replied in the affirmative with a puzzled look

he said give it to me like an anxious crook

i shook my head, why should i yield

i held the ticket close, its fate i sealed

release this card i do not dare

it was not mine to give to me that was clear

hand it over or your car i shall clamp

a threat! i relaxed and smiled, i had won, I'm the champ

this car right here which your so eager to arrest

it belongs to a BIG man, i do not jest

if you like, if you dare , your welcome to try

clamp this car, i bid you good-bye

his mouth closed then opened and he sheepishly said

do what you want, an retired to his shed

I Close My Eyes

a world unforgiving, malicious at heart

people once moulded together, now broken apart

days never ending and always beginning

men of the cloth preaching against sinning

children of the dawn lost in the morn

the human race all forlorn

ball of confusion no longer fiction

'approach armageddon!', repetitive diction

spun and interwoven are greed and sloth

abundant resources exist now in plots

blotches of brown cover the fields

we no longer exclaim 'abundant yield!'

silence creeps up to take its place

a world full of pride, now fully disgraced

Friend or Foe

smiles all around

pats on his back do abound

frank talks from hearts do flow

but can he trust them

friend or foe?

His Lover

he looked at her beautiful face

he greeted her with a warm embrace

he had missed his lover so

his little angel with the vibrant glow

she had so much to show him

he wanted so much to know

he lay on the sofa and kicked off his shoes

she just sat and stared, she didn't move

he adored her so much, she was such a tease

but he knew how to turn her on with the greatest of ease

he held his love tool and counted to three

then he turned on his TV, and smiled with glee.

My Pet, Traffic

in the wee hours of the morning i creep past his cage

in the afternoon from my office window i catch his fleeting gaze

in the evening after work he waits patiently at my door

now i have to walk him home, a job i abhor!

Nothing More, Nothing Less

he knew her from way back when

a time when man and woman were friends

holding hands, intentions the best,

loving the moment

nothing more , nothing less

he had memories of her from not long ago

a time when man and woman rocked too and fro

savouring each others kiss, and their sweet caress

experiencing the moment

nothing more , nothing less

it just so happened that he met her today

in a time where men and women revelled in foul play

casting aside all acts of caution; stroking chests, burying flesh

living the moment

nothing more, nothing less

it is very possible he'll find her next year

in a time when men and women their lives must engineer

place their feet on the ground and give more than their best,

for that moment expects;

nothing more, nothing less

My Drive to Work

the twitter of the early bird echoes in the dark,

the sun still sleeps

as i sit in the car, the engine roars;

broken silence.

the evening of the night meets the morning of the day as i bounce over the bumpy road

the rough even surface of the coal tar surface continually rumbles under the touch of my tyres

i think of the family i miss, i sing of love,i dream of hope, as i wait the coming of the green lantern

my hands work the wheel

left , right, hold, left, right, hold

i see the office,

i park the car,

i feel the sun,

my day has begun.

Lost in Literal Translation

This weekend I went up to Akosombo for a mini-reunion of sorts with some class mates of mine. We went walk about after eating a heavy communal kenkey breakfast during which quips and zingers came whizzing out of kenkey free, and sometimes full mouths piercing the egos of the participants of the breakfast meeting.

While trudging in the middle of the road in the quiet town the Dobson Club House came into view on the horizon. We had a laugh reminiscing about the days when we dared not enter the building and decided to assert our 10 year old freedom. 'Glamorously' adorned in shorts, tracksuit bottoms, t'-shirts and 'challey wete' and looking every bit the part of rouge students we scoffed at the 'No Bathroom Slippers Allowed' sign posted firmly on the door.

Laughing heartily we entered the once forbidden den where our teachers used to engage in the vices they could not show to the 'young and innocent'. A harsh 'Hey!' caused a hushed silence, the voice proceeded, 'Why did you open the door down?' in bewilderment we stared at the elderly man standing in the open doorway, and then it dawned on us, 'Aden na w'ebue epo no ato ho?' , literally translated, 'Why did you open the door down?'

Smiling to ourselves while fighting down the fits of laughter welling up inside us nobody owned up to leaving the door 'down'.

Political Prisoner

I'm a political prisoner I'm locked in a cell

I can't see the bars but i feel them

I'm a political prisoner my life is hell

I'm not to speak to other inmates about the jail

I'm a political prisoner, I gave a speech

A speech that placed me out of reach

I'm a political prisoner , I said 'I do'

Now i must go, my wife has cooked stew.

Me and my BIG mouth!

its getting late, i mean really late!

i should have been home by now. damn my date!

all i wanted was but one little kiss,

it was in her possession, property that she would not miss.

she ran and i followed , she paused an i swallowed

this was it i said, this must be it

like a movie fast-forwarded to the juicy bit

i leant in with expectation

pouted lips were ready, why the hesitation?

i heard her laugh and opened my eyes

why are you laughing? i said with surprise

she paused and smiled, her eyes dancing with delight

she said, I want more than just a little kiss tonight.

Mind Your Own Business

What I do is of no concern to you

Leave me alone go pick someone else's bone

Bother me not , look not in my pot

Have you quite finished?

Now mind your own business

Cape Coast Castle: Echoes of the Past

Smiling he went in knowing not what to expect

He had heard stories and had felt some regret

He walked the courtyard and saw the cells

The suffocating enclosures where women dwelled

He walked the halls and went down to the dungeon

The place where men were made less than men in seclusion

Out in the open he breathed for the first time

Happy to be out of the century old filth and grime

Dysphoric he came out knowing not what to expect

One thing he did know, he would never forget

The Show Must Go On

the lights are lit
the mood is set
the people await
with bated breath

the curtains are drawn
necks are strained
performance performed
they call my name

the lights are dimmed
the cheers have died
the people have left
i'm alone inside

Obama-American Commando in Ghana

What do Commando and Obama's visit have in common?

The Event:The movie premier of Commando

The Year :1985

The Content: An action flick, where Arnold Schwarzenegger riddles the posh villa of an ousted dictator with bullets killing what appears to be over one hundred men and gets just a scratch......or two.

The Event:The official visit of the aMERICAN president , Hussein Obama

The Year : 2009

The Content: A reality show , where Hussein Obama riddles the minds of twenty million Ghanaians as to his intentions for the country and gives a promise......or two.

'Correlation?', you ask....

Both are utterly unbelievable plots put together to entertain the world!

Are You Receiving Me?....Over!

Bursting Bladder

Public Pee Pot

Sweet Release

Place of peace

Hello?..... Kwame?

Disbelief!

Good Morning To You!

the alarm goes off and he groans

he stumbles out of bed and trips and falls

the floor approaches with such speed hes in awe

he hits the floor and is bruised black and blue

he says to himself, 'good morning to you'

he steps into the shower and opens the faucet

he is hit with an icy blast that makes him yelp

he fiddles with the faucet for a little support

it replies with verve, a blast so true

scalded he says to himself, 'good morning to you'

he approaches his office with a scowl on his face

as he opens the door he drops his file

he bends to retrieve the tasks he has set

his head and the door bid each other adieu

he says to himself, 'good morning to you'

behind his desk he laments to himself

and in the distance he hears a shout

joy and enthusiasm abundant in voice

he counted to ten and as if he knew

on the count of ten he heard, 'good morning to you!'

Its Raining!

Cats and Dogs!

Men and Women!

Fruits and Vegetables!

Calories and Cholesterol!

Marriage Proposals and Political Promises! .....oops, same difference.

Slurp!

Why do I grin?

Why do I giggle?

Because her bottom just gave me a wiggle!

Why do I smile?

Why do I chuckle?

How did I manage to pull a muscle!

Why am I dizzy?

Why do I sway?

What has come over me today?

I'll leave you to guess......It's plain to see! ;)

Its whom, not what has come over me.