In tattered clothes we come Journeying from soul’s sorrow-land With Harmattan torn lips and hearts With amputated feet and hands and dreams drained from porous minds We come… Journeying through times trivial trials And unscrupulous leaders betrayals Consumed by foe and fear As we live in denial of liberal liberation and fervent fair trial For [...]
Tag Archives: Tawiah Aboagye
Echoes of Life
The echoes of gun fires which brought shivers down our spine when first heard at dawn, is now the melodies that accompanies our feast when we sit to dine as a family The echoes of life… rob souls in every single strike. The echoes… Now louder than when we first heard Now monstrous than a [...]
Give me Rest!
I was put to rest with no head An abomination in the eyes of my ancestors Yet, those I left behind in this world won’t let me rest As I lay my neck on the chest of my ancestors All in search of a peaceful rest Countless blood in my name they shed All for [...]
Anthem for Independence
Year’s rolls into decades As the bones of our forefathers decay with the hopes and dreams once upheld … Selfishness and greed feed on what is left Fame is now bestowed upon the confident thief who rob the souls of masses, of soothing dream We are free! So they say They sing words of sweetness [...]
*Operation 111/chicken robbery* Episode Two
Papa Atta had his double barrel gun in his right hand and a flash light in the other hand. He had no shirt on and was barefooted, yet he looked all ready and set for a treasure hunt. He threw the beam of his light across the compound slowly. Satisfied that there was nobody on [...]
*Operation 111/chicken robbery* Episode One
The melodies of the night insects was all we needed to alert one another that our time was due and we were ready to go on the operation. Papa Atta’s hen coop was a distance away from his house, but still within his compound. His lazy and irresponsible dog was out satisfying its ego with [...]
Arise My Africa
I stepped on a stained piece of land With a pungent smell of wet blood I asked… Is this land Africa? Is this the land on which I was named an orphan? Is this the land on which I was sold a slave? And its people still slumber in an environment of doom?
