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Song of Desolation

My life is plagued with sadness
Maddening depression that has sworn to drive smiles away from my face
Those that have birthed me have stolen every bit of happiness away from me
They birthed me together with forlornness; and have tasked me to stay by the side of my twin

I am an island; surrounded by things of no interest to me
I am forbidden from the things I love
My passion has been exiled
Cursed to roam the foreigner’s lands – never to return home again

I am a prisoner; locked in an eternal cage of solitude
I am chaff, blown in different directions by the wind of my masters
I will nothing of my own; and sing only songs of my masters
My life is defined by the wishes of my twin
I tell you; loneliness knows me by name

 

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IF TOMORROW NEVER COMES

If tomorrow never comes 

….then today shall be a long day.
A long day that will see the creation and invention of many things.
If tomorrow never comes, then today will never end
And I will have the freedom to do the things nature prevents me from doing……

….freedom from procrastination
Freedom from night with all its fatigue
Freedom from waiting for that mysterious pipeline
That harbours all progress to release my projects.
If tomorrow never comes, I will be the most successful human today has ever seen.

THE CRAZY SQUAD 

TALES FROM 2065 – Episode Three


2065. sounds like sometime in the future. I can imagine a science fiction writer bleeding mind-raping stories and obscenities on a blanc sheet centering on the figure. 2065 could mean a lot of different things to many people – say an accountant, a painter or even a preacher. But to us, 2065 meant something different altogether. 

The number served as an intersection point in the lives of four strangers who quickly became friends. Somewhere late 2012, four strangers from different parts of the country gained admission into the University of Ghana. As fate would have it, these four strangers were assigned to one room in Hilla Limann Hall. This room was d2065. And this is where a lot of history was made. Not before long, 2065 birthed a budding musician, a journalist, a man with a love for numbers and a lover of Creative arts. The diversity and closeness between the roommates of 2065 created a welcoming avenue for a lot of meetings to take place. Several group meetings were held in 2065. And this birthed the CRAZY SQUAD. 

The Crazy Squad was a study group initially made up of four ladies – Ophelia, Nirva, Robin, Freda – and the five Bouncing Baby Boys – Felix, Brian, Kobla, Erik and Roland (I hope you still remember them). Let me quickly add that the Crazy Squad is solely responsible for setting the five male friends in a journey that will see them being bounced over and over and over again. 

Ophelia was a classic beauty.an adorable goddess that we all took a liking to in just some few meetings.  But she was out of bounds to us all. She was married to God. (How can you compete with that?) Robin – another beauty of course – had a solid crush on Kobla who was playing hard to get and overdid it. Robin soon got over his dumb ass and by extension all the rest of us. Shame on you Kobla.

The cute and sexy Freda announced majestically on our first day of meeting that she was seriously engaged. She warned all of us horny toads to back off. And then there was Nirva. Among all the handsome guys in the University of Ghana, she decided to give her heart out to some dude outside the university community. Roland and Erik, as usual, tried several times to woo her but they were bounced like basket balls. We could leave 2065 in Hilla Limann Hall all walk all the way to the Red Sea of the university and back just to escort Freda and Ophelia to their residence in Volta Hall. We were all a crazy bunch of idiots. It’s no wonder our group was called the Crazy Squad.

After a semester, our messed up love lives brought too much tension in the group and the group fell apart. The Crazy Squad was no more. Kobla later dropped English to pursue Political science and Accounting. Freda and Ophelia were never close to us again. We barely saw one another after that throughout our years in the university. Brian and Roland took solace in the bottle. Erik pursued his political ambitions and I focused more on creative arts.

Two years later, there was the need to create another study group. The pressure from our final years in the university was beginning to get to us. Learning was becoming difficult and the courses were becoming meaner by the semester. So the Crazy Squad was resurrected, but not with most of the previous members. Only I – Felix – and Erik were old members of this new squad. We were however joined by two ladies who had just returned from a year in the City of Art. Margaret and Akyere would open our eyes to a new form of reality we didn’t know existed. We were also joined by the astonishing Paula and the god of English – Franklyn. Final members were Asabea and Ivana. Unlike the previous squad, this group complemented each other; perfecting every member in areas where they were deficient. 

The ladies of this group not only mesmerized us with their beauty, like the previous group, they also pushed us to learn more. And this had a positive outcome on our GPA’s. their beauty had direction in our lives. Franklyn – the English god – was our muse. He doesn’t know this but I envied him a little. I mean how could a person be so good in a language that gave most of us sleepless nights and haunted our dreams if we did get the chance to sleep. He had a way of sweet talking you into understanding the language. I don’t know about the rest of the group, but Franklyn would forever have my gratitude for always responding to our calls for help even when it does not favor him. Remember him. You will meet him again before this series is over. 

I believe myself to be very perceptive. And my impression of people is usually right. But I could be more wrong about Paula. Before I really got to know Paula, I believed she was one of the ‘boss chicks’ on campus who were snobbish and disrespectful and had many lovers and were lazy and were full with so much pride and arrogance. She appeared to be the kind that would toy with the hearts of boys and spend all their money and later dump them for another guy. In my mind she was one of those girls. But I couldn’t be more wrong. When she joined the Crazy Squad, I got to know that I wasn’t only wrong about her, I was also wrong for trusting my perception so much. Paula was humble and kind and honest and every good quality an average young lady could possess…..
Education brought us in close proximity

But my personality drew us apart

I thought the worse of you; and ignored you like a plague

‘Judge not a book by its cover,’ was what Uncle said to me

But my eyes saw something and my mind recorded it as negative

And that drew us further apart
Education brought us together a second time 

and you melted away some of my beliefs

That wax of impressions had no chance against you

Again, my stubbornness held on tight to schemas of old and refused to let go
As fate will have it, education brought us together one last time

And then you opened my eyes and made me see the light
Today, I stand guilty by the very thing my eyes saw

Ashamed of the negativity within my core

I am glad I was wrong

For what I believed was fact was so far from truth
You have served me a calabash of positivity

Now I can rid myself of all negativity
You said it Uncle

I need not judge a book by the impression I get from its cover

Thank you

Friend. Ally. Mate.

Ivana was humble and a little shy. She and Asabea were very private people and my own awkward personality didn’t allow me to get to know them better. This, I am highly ashamed of. But they however were close to the rest of the members of the Crazy Squad. Their tales are mingled with that of the other members. You will see them several times as the series progresses. 

As for Margaret and Akyere, you will see them in subsequent episodes. Do not forget these names; for they are major characters in the experiences of this introvert who poses as an extrovert in a community of diverse personalities.

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DZIDZOR

 

I have a story to tell. I must tell my story. My tale is a sad one embellished in the juicy stupidity and ignorance of a young me. It is said that he who laughs last, laughs the best and good things come to those that wait; but it is not always so. I am living proof of that assessment. I am an epitome of a soulless man wandering this earth for the next available force to snatch up and destroy.

There was this girl I admired so much. So much that I would readily make the ultimate sacrifice for her any day and anytime of my sorry existence. From far away, I could tell she admired me too and would readily accept my proposal. But fear and cowardice stood guard over me every second of everyday. They stretched their poisoned swords towards me and cautioned me not to take a step farther. And being an ignorant fool, I thought I had time and that love would surely take me one day into the compounds of Dzidzor, my love.

One might be tempted to be content with the proceedings of my story. Do not be! As this tale is not that of a happy ending. For he who drinks a calabash full of the locally distilled akpeteshie; with a smile on his face is a hypocrite and a liar. A fool like I was, I believed I had time to make myself a befitting gentleman, worthy of asking my Dzidzor’s hand in marriage.

For this, I embarked on a journey to my mother’s village, to find myself a good job so I can make enough money to offer my love the happy life she deserves; one befitting a princess. After six months of hard work, I had made enough to return home to fulfill my ambitions. My mother had died three months after I got to her hometown. I was grieving, but I had the memory of my Dzidzor to give me comfort.

I began my two-week journey back to my father’s village. Fourteen days until I saw Dzidzor again. Fourteen days until I could call her mine. A week into my journey, I saw Dzidzor on a dusty footpath leading to my village. She had a few of her clothes tied up in her favorite wrapper. She told me she was fed up with waiting for me and so she set out on this journey to ask me to come back home, and that she wanted nothing from me; nothing, except my love and devotion. You should have seen my excitement when this news came to me. I was surprised she knew the reason why I had left the village, since I told no one the reason for my journey. But why tempt fate and ruin such a good fortune? We celebrated our love on our way home. We made love. We were happy. We were in love.

When we got to the outskirts of our village, we were greeted by a mighty stench. A smell that was foul enough to drive flies away. But Dzidzor asked me to go pluck a mango fruit she had seen about five hundred meters back. She said she had a sudden craving for one. I happily set out to pluck this fruit for my love. When I returned, Dzidzor was nowhere to be found. I searched for hours and decided to go into the village to look for her. Perhaps I spent too much time plucking the mango. Perhaps she waited for me at home.

The village was empty, buildings were destroyed, the palace was torched, bodies lay everywhere. Apparently, there had been a war shortly after my departure to my mother’s village; and all the townspeople were killed. Women and children were not spared. The head of the chief of our village was on a spike in front of the torched palace.

I quickly ran to Dzidzor’s hut, and there she was, as beautiful as ever. Even in death, her smile consoled me in many ways.

No! She can’t be dead. No! I had been with a ghost this past seven days. No! Death has stolen from me the essence of my very existence. ‘Blewu lorlornye. Baba!’ This is my story; and it’s a sad one indeed.

Kofi Dzogbewu

UNBREAKABLE 

I thought I was falling in love
But I was rather falling apart

My heart is in a total eclipse

I’ve sold my soul to the devil

And he’s taking me straight to hell

I’ve committed the unthinkable

And my vows are held unbreakable.
I thought she was as pure as the dove

A love that would never depart

My heart is in a total eclipse

How could some be so evil?

Her name keeps ringing in my ear like a bell

I’ve committed the unthinkable

Now my vows are held unbreakable.

SOUL FOOD

Feed my soul
For my soul longs for you

Replenish my aching soul

I have lost it to the soul eater

So have many others
I see it now; the others; like me

Who have had their souls fed

The soul food is love

With every breath of love, a part of my soul is restored

He brings happiness to my heart and fuels it with pleasure

He radiates nutrients to my soul and restores the essence of my person
Love feeds my soul

I now smile at the world, for I have found what I had lost

Through love and happiness, they have returned to me

Now I embrace you like a bench vice

With a mindset of never letting you go.
              -Kofi Dzogbewu 

SOUL EATER 

My soul aches
My soul is in pain

I have lost pieces of the immaterial part of my being

The soul eater opens his mouth wide to consume that which operates my life

With every aggravated breath, a part of my soul chips away
I see many lost souls; people like me

People whose souls have been eaten away

The soul eater is hate

He lurks in the shadows and fuels my heart with apoplexy

Only to turn around and eat away the essence of my person

Hatred eats my soul
I now struggle to restore what I have destroyed

Through my hatred and my anger

Now my priority is to find some soul food 

And replenish my aching soul.
                 -Kofi Dzogbewu 

MOMENTS 

And then the fleeting moments of life becomes the cherished memories of our existence

God made man
Man made life
And life inspires fun

Unappreciated seconds of life
Births the lasting canvases we scribble
Flashes of our essence
Night sea breeze
Wandering waves of happiness
At HINI central

Town of unappreciated beauty
Nature’s own masterpiece
Ghanaian music
Lasting friends
Sweet local dishes
Liquor brewed with love

Sounds of laughter
Smothering voices
Tunes of human crickets
Parading seashore dances
Male and female bonding
Body against body
Skin to skin
Natural body responses.

Plaguing compulsion for the pleasures of the flesh
Left foot. Right foot
Turn around.
Ecstasy, euphoria abound
Moving figures enchanted by the Azonto.

Happiness
I see you smiling at me……