I do

This hour is the very one I had seen from afar
Then it was too far to touch
And too silly to imagine
But the hour cometh and I can also do
Do the things I dreamed of
And cover the tracks of my forbearers

To those who smile with me I praise thee
And to those who fought by me
With spear and arrow
Through the nights that seemed endless
I will engrave your titles in my heart
And keep the tears we shed in the days the went by

I lift up my eyes and see in the sky
A darkened cloud of toil and tears
But behind this cloud I the brighter galaxy
Stars of abundance and of reward
It’s a matter of time, it’s just destiny, it’s just mine
I say I do

Happy Birthday!

Like gold and all the spritely ornamently things of this world
Our friends illuminate our moments with beauty and charm
Unlike these ornaments they bear life and emotion and passion
That fuel our daily experiences with such zest and completeness

Yearly, just as all objects of life
They're bestowed with age and growth and maturity
Emerging into the capable people who shape the destiny of the planet

As you notch up a year older
May life's beautiful angels smile at you broader

A very happy birthday, friend

Three senses of football

Watch as they move

In well coordinated choreographed delightful patterns

As they trace their paths in attack and defence

Producing sweet touches of smooth skills

True nourishment to our ocular organs

Hearken the drum and cymbal sounds

Of our mighty thundering fans

As they sing and cheer and clap

Through the many many minutes of anxiety

Pleasing our warriors with their harmonious melodies of endless ecstasy

Feel the pulses of young and old alike

Feel skin surfaces contract and heart rates surge

As the opponents lunge in dangerous menacing attacks

Feel our delightful upswelling passions

As the global leather rolls into the net and our men wear their crowns

Ayeeko to The The Black Satellites for winning the golden fleece

Reminisce

By Michael Kwame Dakwa

You passed through my night

...and long after sleep was gone
you lingered as an unshakable mist,
reminding me of the
heartache that is the hole
your words once held their place...

The Immortality of Nkrumah

In the beginning there was nothing

And out of nothing Yahweh called everything

First the angels and demons to keep the mortals busy

Then the women of the earth to remind man of his existence

After all was set and after all had been written

Yahweh called Nkrumah to stay in between the mortals and the immortal

To call for war at a time everything seemed peaceful

A mission to save the lost from its leash and its destiny

And begin a new path into a different generation

After that mission was done and all covered,

Nkrumah crossed the line

The line that separated mortals from those who never saw death

And built a home amongst the living and shared in their greater pain

From far up in the skies Yahweh unchained the punisher

The hibernating demons that lay in wait and smelled the blood of heroes

This time to spark a begging of the end of immortality among men

And so history was ordered to record it, Nkrumah the last immortal man

100

As you celebrate a hundred,
In plain tongue We express our aches
The pain that lingers in the heart of the young
To see a Ghana at a standstill

As you celebrate a hundred,
The very wall you built to keep knowledge
Are the ones that still stand.
And they do so all alone in loneliness
No sibling to look up to.
I look into the eyes of my kinsmen
And lo I see a fire and desire
A zeal to dare into the greener lands
A quest into the unknown.

As you celebrate a hundred,
Far away,in the wilderness,
there is clan of the African family
A family of strong arms and smart minds
Yet have no lands to till
and no draught to play

As you celebrate a hundred,
More and more warriors in their
search for the pot of wisdom
Bite off a piece of their sleep to other
And with it their strength to fight

As you celebrate a hundred,
I look again down the valley
I see a throng of fighter
And behind them a fire of change
In your next birthdays to come this army
Will buy you the biggest birthday cake

Dreams

When hearts break and dreams are forgotten

Tides of the ocean pull and pull themselves away

Away to the land and place of the aimless

When nature’s arms seem to curse man’s vision

Bachelors remain ringless

And the barren is still childless

Servants continue in their servitude

Showers of hope will come upon the ambitious

Looking up into the heavens there is a God

A God who will and A God who can

Behold the bachelor becomes a groom

The barren outdoors her triplets

And the servants begin to rule the world

All it takes is a dream