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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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!!