The Catalyst

Wrap it nicely and pass it over to me

It looks inflammable but just hold it with skill

I live for that period when it kisses me

Everybody says it has the potential to kill

But the desire it stirs inside me,

All my vacuum it is designed to fill

Did you ever see it while it blossomed??

So graceful with so much intriguing potential

But now it is wrapped up ready to be consumed

Just conducive for that moment... that’s the new potential

Useful and inspiring but useless and demeaning

This is not art this is a strategic lie

Craving to be relevant and surfacing as foolishly revealing

Loading unwarranted accolades and seeking to fly

For every hater is a misdirected groupie

Sweeping the streets they used to own

So we pass them like a roll of blunt

Using them but never keeping them while their existence is burnt

For we fear the infamous records of their famous dent

Wishing the lesson was earlier learnt

 It’s the depressing story of an unfulfilled dream

Heart-breaking like a child dropping his ice cream

Worse than missing a village bus, you cant even scream

So gather your instincts like a rugby team

Before life passes you around like a bag of weeds.

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Raise your calabash

Have you seen Ghana??

I'm sure that's where Moses got the name "manna"

A country that is shaped like a voluptuous woman

You can bet it's filled with warmth and the sweetness desired by every man

She walks on the Atlantic ocean

Captivating, she's like a magic potion

This is where magical tales and folklore originate

Ananse, the Spider-man's crooked legs consummate

Where the linguist has to be super articulate

Because a slip of tongue is a slip of dignity

And fufu has it's own kingdom and royalty

The King's feet never touches the ground for he stands above all

The Queen's grace and maturity gets you spellbound for she reflects the beauty of rainfall

Akepetshie is whisky's godfather

Palm wine is the "Item 13"  of the ancestors when the spirits gather

There is no polluted air because every lung is filled with freedom

The Banku-Nation freely shares its territories with the Gari and Beans kingdom

Soup is a recipe reserved for the experienced mother's in our smoke-filled kitchens

This is where we eat to our fill because being slim is a sign of poverty

This is where germs are not harmful  and we call that true liberty

Where homeless people flex in their sleep because there is no winter

Ghana is where we choose late-night parties over war

Ghana is where we forget easily and pound fufu more like its enchanted

Let's raise our calabashes and toast to little things we take for granted


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