Leadership Mountain

Some say leaders are born
Others say leaders are made.
It's not a question of where leaders should come from
But that leaders are; that they impact on their age.
My urge is don't let this gathering
Be the usual much atalk about nothing

Raymond Abaifah does the surgery on humans
For their business senses to aid man
He has done it on you all here who listened;
So, don't let this moment of enlightening
Lead us to the train of foolery--
Where if you and I get on board with a fee--
We would have gone on a time-wasting spree.

But no! Michael Ohene-Effah knows our cedi's worth.
Use his tools for strategy,
Not just for business and profit;
But for your person, for your very self to progress

For a leader must possess strategy
To steer himself, his business, his people;
For his country.

Presented at Foundation for Initiative Development's 2 Day Leadership Conference yesterday at GNAT hall.

Midnight Dream

The strange thing about love

Is that we usually are forewarned

Of the excruciating heartbreak

That is soon to come;

And must long be endured.

Vigils are held on those dark times

As tears form the dew of the night.

The frequent suspicions discarded,

On first thought for love’s sake

Only betrayed in hours, then comes doom

In the blink of an eye come too soon,

The seeds that form the roots

Of the unfathomable pungent fruits

Of love’s destruction.

Love’s future’s couched in ambiguous tongue

So perplexing for the sufferer to decipher

As with the interminable sea, bereft of wrongs.

Love’s splendour is alluring; an innocent deceiver.

Of like seedling we find in our love.

We are seedlings, siblings still growing,

Spread on the sun on seven beds—

Being nurtured.

Varsity Breaks

She told me to write

Go was simple in tongue

I struggled to echo my thoughts then—

They refused to come

We have been like water and oil

You on me, me on you thing

With infrequent caresses on our selves

Licking you, licking me

Till you dry me; you are water

Every so often, I Klottey*

And you, the Gulf of Guinea;

We have entered each other.

Slowly at first; each kiss whisks us away

Like the crush of those two waters

Dissipate into air to return.

Our sources run deep, we are one.

We strive not hard for our hearts to be won—

We are one.

Then we halted.

Klottey stifled, its source run out

You refused, petrified by raging thoughts

But I feel same when I first healed you

From bitter times, from haunting thoughts

You remain

*Klottey a small river at Osu, Accra, which shares boundary with th Gulf of Guinea , Ghana's coast.