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