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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BOUNCING BABY BOYS

TALES FROM 2065 – Episode Two (Part 2)

A series of stories about the experience of a young boy in the University of Ghana. The stories are mostly true with some fictionalized parts for the benefit of the story.

TALES FROM 2065 – Episode Two (Part 2)

The next bouncing baby boy is Brian. Brian is a little shy with the ladies and always needs a massive push in order to make a move (if what he does can be called a move). There is much to say about Brian because he was always too afraid to make a move. Roland and Erik’s experiences have frightened him so much that he has refused to readily put himself out there for disappointment. That is not to say that he hasn’t been bounced. He has. Brian after several attempts by his closest friends to get him in a relationship, finally got very close to a beautiful maiden. The rest of the group praised him so much for overcoming the tempest of loneliness. I remember going to church that Sunday to thank God for blessing my friend with such a beautiful companion. Even Roland was threatening to steal her from Brian if he delayed in concluding the deal (the greedy idiot). 

Brian was bounced by this lady whose name is synonymous with victory. I guess the victory was over Brian. This nearly destroyed Brian. He later told us some BS about how his church would not allow a union like theirs. I mean, like really? Brian later found favor in the eyes of a beautiful lady with a perfect attitude. This was after the group had vigorously presented Brian in the best light possible to this lady. Her name was Nella. Mind you, this is the same Nella that bounced Roland in the past. Brian was too scared to make any move whatever. One bitten, twice shy right? A month or so passed and just when Brian had finally gathered all the courage to do anything, Nella became fed up and bounced him off. Welcome to the family bro.

Brian and Roland got tired of their inability to win the hearts of any lady on campus (which they called their ISSUES) so much that, they found love in the bottle. They had a saying: s3 ab3 baako b3 sei de3, anka kookoofuo enshie (for one palm tree to get spoilt, then the cocoa farm should rather burn). This is because the palm tree would be used for brewing palm wine. 

Master Kobla was the star of the bouncing baby boys. Every one of us looked up to him; because as much as he was bounced, he also won. Kobla was bounced by Lucy – a political science mate of his. She bounced him for a Deeper-Life dude with no game whatsoever. He also came up with the same BS excuse Brian gave. He was also bounced by another mate – Phoebe – who is now a talented make-up artist. And there was Beatrice too. She bounced him bad.

But Kobla was the boss. He had succeeded in in his bid to be a relationship with two ladies while we were on campus – Geneva and Deborah. He even turned down the affections of a beautiful lady, Robin. This is the same Robin that bounced Erik some time back. Kobla is the hero among us bouncing baby boys. Remember these names, you will surely meet them again.

Finally, there is me. The last bouncing baby boy. I have only been bounced once. Okay twice. Alright there is a third time but that one doesn’t count. That’s all. I was bounced by one annoying little princess who thinks she is all that. (rolls eyes repeatedly in their socket). Fuhmida bounced me so subtly it didn’t feel like a bounce at all. I was also bounced by a relative of a well-known writer who I think wasn’t ready for some ‘sugar’ at the time. “Felix, I have suffered!” 

Not to brag, but some of Kobla’s charms must have robbed off on me. I had succeeded in dating a beautiful lady while on campus. I had a girlfriend; and she wasn’t imaginary like the one Brian claimed to have had. And oh, I also turned down the affections of one Cecilia. I am more like Kobla than I thought. 

Despite our shortcomings and failures in getting accepted into a relationship, we hold our heads high and keep fighting till the right women welcomes us into their hearts. We will always be friends and be there to support each other. We are the BOUNCING BABY BOYS.

BOUNCING BABY BOYS 

TALES FROM 2065 – Episode Two (Part 1)

A series of stories about the experience of a young boy in the University of Ghana. The stories are mostly true with some fictionalized parts for the benefit of the story.

TALES FROM 2065 – Episode Two (Part One)

It is a mystery why babies love bouncing so much. When a child begins to really move on his own, though it is crawling or walking yet, they still want to be on the move. They love to jump and bounce no matter where they are. I do not know why babies are referred to as “bouncing”, but from the way they love to bounce always, it must be the reason they call them “bouncing babies”. Amazingly, when baby boys grow up, they tend to hate it very much when they are bounced (especially boys in the University of Ghana).

“To Bounce” – according to the Ghanaian Urban Street Dictionary, is the act of rejecting the proposal or request to be dated or be in a relationship (love) with somebody. 

Being in the university, my closest friends – Roland, Brian, Erik, and Kobla – are some of the boys that have been bounced on several occasions by their female counterparts. 

Let’s begin with the annoying and most unapologetic bouncing baby boy of them all. Roland, the lover boy of the group is like a pest to the ladies. They avoid him when it comes down to being in a relationship with him; but buzz around him like flies always to spend his money. This left my dearest friend always broke and looking for the next way to deceive his relatives to score more cash. Roland’s favorite quote is the Accra Hearts of Oak’s slogan, “Never say die until the bones are rotten”. Roland is the most unrepentant, serially bounced human being I have ever met. This young fella has been bounced by course mates, hall mates, friends of friends, strangers and food vendors on campus. It is as if his superpower is the ability to be bounced by every woman he is attracted to. 

He was bounced by course mates like Nora, Rica and Nella among others. He’s been bounced by hall mates like Dorcas, Ofie, Mimi to name a few. And he was also bounced by friends of friends – Rhoda and Ohemaa. I’m running out of breath mentioning their names. He would have broken down, I’m sure, if not for the welcoming bosom and attention he gets from one lady who I have totally forgotten her name. I however remember the lady’s name is the name of a color. Had it not been for the occasional fix she gives Roland, he would have totally given up on women totally. Roland is a true bouncing baby boy and we accept and love him for who he is. Lest I forget, I heard he has been bounced four times already by his female National Service colleagues. Just so you know. 

The next on the list is Erik – the proud bouncing baby boy. Erik was very matured in thought and deed. He was the most courageous among us. When we spotted a lady we thought was attractive and begin doubting our chances with the lady, Erik would make a move and everything would go perfectly for them until he declares his intensions and then, he would be bounced. Erik has been bounced in by course mates, Robin, Princess and the course mate with the local name (I can’t really remember) and the other course mate with the local name that bounced him in public (in a lecture room, for all to witness0. Erik has also been bounced by the daughter of a well-known Ghanaian boxer. He was just lucky to have escaped with all his teeth intact. 

And the funniest bounce of it all, he made a move on and was bounced by our gorgeous, slender-looking T.A. “Hahaha. Dude, we came to school to learn and not to get married. Chill!” it would interest you to know that Roland and Erik were engaged in a fight for months over a girl they both liked. The sad thing is that, Charlotte – the girl they were fighting over – bounced the two of them. God have mercy ………… 

to be continued

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Dreaming My Life Away

Salifou professed his love on a Tuesday morning. By Tuesday afternoon, Lisa had told him she was going to think about it. By next month Friday, Salifou had decided to forget about Lisa and focus on his books. Tomorrow is Saturday. Salifou has an Interim Assessment (IA) at 7:30am tomorrow and he was very determined to make at least a ‘B’ in the paper.
When it was 10am, he picked some books and made his way to the reading room. University life had proven to be more complex and difficult than Salifou had imagined. His elder brother and sister had told him about how the university was full of fun and how you didn’t need too much hard work to be successful in your academics. This was not the case when Salifou got to the University of Ghana.  The Grade Point Average (GPA) among other things had been raised, making life in the university close to impossible.
For the next fifteen minutes, Salifou was studying his notes, bent on passing his exams the next day. Suddenly his phone made a beeping sound. Lisa had posted a message on their group page on WhatsApp; wishing everybody the very best in the exams the next day. All of a sudden, thoughts about her flooded Salifou’s mind; making it impossible for him to learn.
“What do you want as birthday present?” Salifou asked excited. “All I want this year is your company throughout the day,” Lisa replied. Good! Salifou knew then that he had made a good choice for a girlfriend. That day, they went to the mall and got some ice cream. Then they watched a movie in the cinema. The happy couple walked hand-in-hand to ‘Shoprite’ and bought some cake.
Lisa nearly run out of her room when a group of her friends hiding in the shadows jumped towards her and shouted “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Salifou had put together a surprise birthday party for her. Lisa run into her boyfriend’s arms and kissed him. Salifou couldn’t be any happier than he was then.
Abruptly, it seemed like a dark shadow had been cast on Salifou. His vision became dark and people started grunting and directing insults at the government. The blackout had shaken him from fantasy land. The reading room was very dark and people were moving out…

*****
…and then she walked away, leaving me to my fantasies. But unknown to her, all I have to do is close my eyes and dream; then we are the happiest couple in the world. The only problem is that I am dreaming my life away.
So you are in love with this girl who is very indifferent towards you. You try as much as possible to get over her and find out too late that she is going to be the cause of you failing your exams. Even though they say love is blind, you can see your failure very clearly and there is nothing you can do about it. Maybe yours isn’t love. Maybe it is a phenomenon yet to be named. You are in love with somebody that you are not so sure will return your love and you are already failing examinations for her.

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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.