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.

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……

​LIFELESS STORYTELLERS

This is a piece of writing in response to Poetra Asantewa’s “Coroner”

(A Response to Poetra Asantewa’s “Coroner”)

Death beckons on us all at the climax of purposely arranged circumstances

Whiles Life sits idly by and mocks our struggle against fate

I have investigated by inquest hundreds of deaths not due to natural causes

Some sad. Some pitiful

Some occurring with a bang –

and some of them so pitiful, you can’t help but give in to laughter

I spend all my days hiding from the commotions of the living

I prefer to hang around the silent corpses and dead essences of once promising humans

The stories these lifeless bodies tell are so full of life, its poetry.

Yesterday, the body lying on my table told so good a story, I broke out in tears

The seeming delicacy had within its splitted hollows an artistically woven autobiography of a life lived in solitude, love and music. 

The dimensions of her story branched out in colorful embers of vicious membranes laced with tunes from a flute of African descent

Others have told tales of heartbreaks and migraines and depression smothered by injustice and tribulation that the mind can’t begin to imagine

They told stories of young humans getting caught in a web of pointless affairs and insignificant hurts of yore.

They spoke of modern butterflies plagued with curses of ancient moths and whispers of the dead.

These lifeless storytellers all have their stories spiraling in an abyss of guilt, regret, torture, shame and a lot of unanswered questions; except my dearest Afreh 

My favorite storyteller – Afreh nuamah – narrated her tale in acoustic tunes of contentment

She had a steady stream of happiness in her life story

This, she acquired through defying society and chasing after her own happiness

She sung tales of gigglish love affairs and tickling streams of pleasure ……
Dear voice seeking answers, you define your own storyline in your own handwriting

And even I, your coroner, cannot tell you your story

I can only read them within the splitted catacombs of your lifeless body.
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STORY UNTOLD

I see a manwandering the earth from one corner to the other. 
He is drenched in abject misery with eyes as red as a wench’s blood

He wears no sandals
and flies are feasting on his leg wounds.
His ankle is cracked;
and within those cracks, a story begs to be told.

I see a man
Baptized in pure agony
Petrified by the sight of all other men.
He says nothing to any man;
His eyes blink more than the flapping of a tsetse fly’s wings
and his lips are drier than bread.
His clothes are tattered and torn;
but they contained a story yet to be told.

I see a man,
made ugly and sinister by experience and life.
A man with nothing in his heart;
I doubt he has any at all.
He moves from one location to another
Searching for something; something important.
As to what it is, I can’t tell.
‘Hello sir, how do you do?’ I asked.
He looked at me surprised, and replied, ‘how do you do son?’
That said he smiled his way into death
taking with him the story untold.