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