Not Madness?

First read at radio univers on Sunday, March 18, 2007.


They say love is this
Love is that
Love is there
Petsepetse Petsepetse Petsepetse*
But where?
Where dost love hide
In troubles and lovers plight?
To pain of sore on the leg
In harmattan must love thrive?
Petsepetse Petsepetse Petsepetse
Love wretched with stretch marks
Full with dirty grimaces of betrayal
Which merit self crucifixion
Like that of Judas
Petsepetse Petsepetse Petsepetse
Love mesmerizes lovers to foolish extremes
Even render them mendacious in love
And yet this be love?
Petsepetse Petsepetse Petsepetse
To cry helplessly in slow impatience
To breathe long lost love
The malarkey of a sickness called love
Petsepetse Petsepetse Petsepetse
Funny dreams of treading the sky
The redundant exaggeration of sentiments
For me to fall in love:no
Petsepetse Petsepetse Petsepetse

*this is a Ga( a language spoken in Accra) term which literally means nasty, stinks, or bad.

Ask Me The Poor

In the wilds of my dungeon
My feet sprawled on the cold ground
And my devilish fever
Eats me to my heart
My throat arid like the desert
With pure obsession for water
Saline water
to calm the anger of my hunger
The distaste, discomfort that i live
I curse no God, perhaps no God exist
But my suffering
For fruits that yield not on trees
Or trees that yield not fruits
Is of whose making?

The Awaited Pardon

If i hold you
Would you let me go?
I i err you to your spirit
Would you forgive me: never leave me?
I don't know

Oh we are shrouded in mystery
To swim in the darkness of grieve
Leave you an island of skulls
Would you forgive us?
I don't know

To be pushed and not push
Is a malady, yet masterful rule
Oh my resilient land, my motherland
You are provoked; forgive us
That i know

You died yet lived
And we the sons of the land
Revel your renaissance
Like the reverberations of a thousand trumpets

Still you are plagued by masquerade leaders
Would you forgive them?