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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The Eve

I remember feeling like a child with candy
With a rush of enthusiasm my stars spelt lucky
Thus it was never risky being cheery though it was sunny
My new office stares with a gloomy dome but alas she was perky
That sense of jolly that comes without being funny
Maybe because her hair was never curly but the torso – ever curvy
With every stare I got “pervy” like…
“In my hometown kissing is a greeting; now greet me in my native language”
It’s like she knew how to start an emotional rampage
Inevitably she had the emotional advantage
Her laugh was like Mexican telenovela causing mental damage from a heavenly spillage
Her warmth reminded me of my mother’s hugs
So you are thinking I’m writing above love
Nay, this is a celebration of suave
Makes you believe in the Entity above
Perfectly fitting like a surgeon’s glove
Personality up high like a dove circling the ripest trees up high
These words are bamboozled; like the poet, they are puzzled
How do you correct these words if the heart fumbles?
Because I swear when she smiles the jungle would rumble
Like my tummy after red-red and palm wine with foamy bubbles
Safe to say, for your sake, Django wouldn’t have had his shackles
For as long as these balls dangle
I’ll always be the stupid Adam who ate Eve’s apple
And guess who would have done the same, Eden’s archangel.

The Boss Player (Komla Dumor)

My friend once told me there's a Ghanaian on BBC
I shrugged and replied, "That's no news"
He's been a Boss Player since Joy FM right after the 6am news
As typical students we watched to see if he would "Gbaa on BBC"
I had to smile back when he mentioned his name through his glittering teeth
You dare not smile back
Komla is the perfect image of Ghana I mean, he has a typical Ghanaian head
Never has hardwork looked so cool
Professionalism ever smooth like sheep's wool  
So I waited for the Noble Peace Prize...
But I guess death called me fool
Hades cannot pause the telling of your African story
A true inspirer and visionary
The voice that sent thrills through hearts of the world
Now echo in the basement of Nkrumah and Mandela's cubicle
Sharing happy tales of how Africa climbs to the pinnacle
Don’t forget to tell them how you showed off your Ghanaian jersey on TV
How you never chose another country over your Ghana
How you worked with honour
How passion was your banner
Irreplaceable and immeasurable is the value of a true son of Africa
We salute you Boss Player!!

Light and Darkness

Have you heard darkness sing before?? Screaming so much the devil screams encore!!
That is the chant of confusion and temptation totalling deprivation of heavenly salvation
I'm talking about spiritual starvation
But the Son of Man is the Lord of redemption
See the devil is evil and uncivil like the weevil
He'll use you like morning cereal
So let Jesus be your Onga
Cuz Jesus is the true love formula
Your grace will grow as old as Methuselah
If you seek the devil ask Delilah
To Satan, you're just chicken meat... oh yes! A broiler!
Life is not all about the dollar
I say this cuz yuh my brother
This is love to you my sister
Go to Jesus Christ the master
And He'll clean you with his blood, the heavenly duster...



¤ Dedicated To My Lord and Saviour ¤

The Troublemaker (Tribute To Nelson Mandela) plus audio

Blow loud the mighty vuvuzela over the hills of Africa

Steaming hot like lava oozing out of the ancient Pangaea

Let it blast like the suddenness  of a bazooka

Let this not be a lullaby to send kids to sleep after an episode of diarrhoea 

Let the ancient kings of Egypt bow to an everglowing African star

Breathe-in and wait for the echoing chants from warriors down under

Madiba!! The troublemaker!!

We shall call you the lovemaker

The African soil is soiled

Your prison cell is imprisoned

Apartheid is a part of history we will not hide

Blessed beyond measure we salute you with pleasure

Segregation has a seizure

Light these candles of memorial and democracy would smile

Africa is in love with a troublemaker

Madiba The Troublemaker

We shall call you the lovemaker

Let's observe a minute silence for the old Africa

At last on these shores an African child shouts Eureka to new Africa

Nkrumah has waited long for this union

I bet the ancestral world has laid a red carpet but like Aladdin he would fly

SSShhhh!! Listen to Soweto cry and the constellations respond.. "Oh my"

Pray for reincarnation to be true

Wish against wish… Africa is in love with a troublemaker

Madiba… The Troublemaker

You were a lovemaker

27years is a price tearfully paid for that shout of freedom

Now new slaves eulogize the leader of liberation

With an echoing ring of foreign dependence and indigenous starvation

Africa hates Africa

I pray that as these flickers of life fade away

Africa will love again

Because Africa has always been in love with a troublemaker.

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This Is Awkward!!

This is awkward

She walked past me with Ronaldinho's flair

Dazzled so much, I got as excited as Rick Flair

Maybe it would be fair to not stay clear of her and introduce myself as the next Tony Blair

At the end of the day who cares??  It wouldn't burn off my hair just to speak to her

Her hair bouncing as she came near,

My heart as soft as a wasted avocado pear

Now she stares at me…

This is awkward

Her look goes on and on and I start choking on my own air

I held unto my black tie which just like me was being blown away

Suddenly the witches of Achimota sneezed my swag away like a pile of clay

My tummy rumbled… Like play like play, this is last night's food doing a replay

With immense speed my bowels made motion to my southern gateway

Now in my head, I'm singing "Lay Away Lay Away"

But oh no Sway wasn't doing the verse this time,

Now… This is awkward

Closer she comes… A smile spreads across her face

I smiled back sheepishly as she quickened her pace

With a deep breathe I said to myself, "Peace be still, peace"

"Hi" she said with an angel's voice of grace as I tightened the bowels gates

The world seemed to move in circles as I hoped against embracing this disgrace

"I recall your face" she says…

I nod like a sick goose with an uncomfortable grin sheltering my southern business

Struggling against bowel hiccups she grabs my belt

"Give me my money", she screams!!

Now this is awkward!!

The unspoken chapter of not paying for her food opens like a birthday card

My face looking as disengaged as a sick retard

She shook me harder as she disregarded my "I will pay you tomorrow!!" plea

With too much bowel movement to flee, I stay put like a blood-sucking flea

Just then I realized church was no more in session

The New Year service festivities had just commenced with a procession  into the very streets I stood

As a guest pastor, being hooked by my belt in front of the congregation was never part of my new year resolution

Now this is awkward!

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Audio: Tribute To Maxwell Asumeng (T-Bagg)

This is my tribute to T-Bagg, JCR Organizing Secretary of Jean Nelson Aka Hall, University of Ghana who had a motor accident on Tuesday 8th October and passed on at the Korle Bu Teaching Hospital on Thursday 10th October at the Southern gate of Legon campus.

Riding on the burnt horizon is a yellow knight
Looking fierce and with the masses' might
Captain of the army, swift like a blown kite
Riding down the valley you leave us with no light
Striking our hearts like a lost fight
How do we stand out whiles we cry out
We wish we could reach out and scream out
But your walk out has burnt our candles out
Logging out whiles we awaited your return to the ring for another knock out
Our eyes are reddened because our yellow knight rode out
With teary eyes we waited for you to step out
Now, royals cry royal tears
Only Kings understand royal fears
For we wear royal hearts for a royal brother bearing royal scars
Our chest bears royal marks scribbled with golden bars
Dripping with the blood of a brother
With honour we do salute a fallen sceptre
With dirt in our hairs we reminisce an unforgotten hero
These words were written with love and pain
As we await the heavenly rain that spells your name
STANDING OUT as the royal knight with a saint's mane.
REST IN PEACE T-BAGG, we shall meet again.