Monday, February 16, 2009


by Maame Ama Pratt

We’re friends
We’re friends on earth
We’re friends in my dreams

We talk on phone till the sun sets and the cock crows
We seize every opportunity to be together

I feel blue…
I hear your voice…
I feel gay

Sorrow clutches at my heart…
Need your soothing voice to calm me
Your broad shoulders to rest on
Your eyes to tell me
Everything will be alright

I’m happy …
Have to share my joy with my boo
Have to laugh at you
Have to laugh with you

My day dreams are vivid images of us strolling on the beach holding hands
Running in the rain, soaked, cold and happy

My night dreams are scenes of us walking on the moon with the sun in our hands and the stars at our feet

With you, I feel visibly invisible

Is this love?
Is this love that I’m feeling

Why do I love you?

Could it be your smile
That lights up a room and brightens up my world

Could it be your soothing voice
That vibrates in my ear long after you’ve gone

Could it be your heart
Your good, warm, thoughtful heart

Could it be your lips
That curls up in that sweet manner
When you say …
I love you

I love you too

I don’t know why

Maybe I’m just a foolish girl
Maybe I’m just sentimental
But maybe it’s because I love me
When I love you!


By Kwakuvi Azasu!
In the eventide I wearily plod
The shrub fringed path to Luhue in flood
Numb and weary, wearily on, I plod
They, many creatures my feet disturbed
From slumber troubled and perturbed
Run frantic into the running water, to the sound “plop”
The snake like the butterflies
Wriggles harmless as it flies,
Away into the running water, to sound “plop”
On, on I walk the water brim,
To wake a crocodile from his dream,-
With an ugly deftness and splash! Away to swim!
All creatures nimbly make way
All creatures nimbly make way
For me as they plunge with awe
Into the depths of running Luhue.
Suddenly! And I wonder
Why a colossal hippo also thunders!
Into the water with a deafening – splash!
Then the thought shoot my brain
Shattering ignorance to establish truth:
Man is greater, man is greater! Than all!


By Vivian Golo-Kumah
My soul wonders in thought of life
What life will I behold as a young woman?
Will I be powerful and mighty as they say?
Or live in my little timid way of life.
Life has become nightmare of uncertainty,
Yes! The past I know, the present I live in
But what use have I made of the present
This is all I have and know of, I think of and cherish.
And steadfastly I hold
The future is my deepest fear and has caused me sleepless night.
The Fear of living in perpetual guilt of failure to achieve my heart desires.
The fear that haunt me like death, ghost and like a monster.
Life oh life! All I ask for is fairness
All I hope for is greatness, happiness and fulfillment in life.
Oh life, oh, oh life so unpredictable
Oh life, oh life so gracious yet unassuming.


by Vivian Golokumah
There’s a pretty woman somewhere I know,
Before whose eyes greed is transformed into generosity
In her mouth a tongue of soothing comfort
And in her breasts sweet milk of sympathy.
All she could, she gives the needy;
And when she can’t she encourages true
Those in pain she pampers with pity.
Her hands are magic wands of mercy,
Which bitter poison alters to sweet honey,
And resolves wars into painless peace
Ugly Anger! Her smiles change into dainty love.
She is great! That woman I know:
Never frowning – always smiling
She is Kindness who but a few do know.
By Vivian GoloKumah
Dedicated to my mother


by Vivian Golokumah
Poor woman, look how oppressed she is
Suppressed she has been all this years.
Marriage has limited her to little chances,
Marriage has put her in captivity of no choice of
Poor woman, she can’t speak when her husband
Speaks, she can’t even have a decent conversation
With her husband without being beaten like a thief who
Has Stolen.
Her very existence is pain, anguish, anxiety and nightmare
Because she is a woman who married to a beast as husband.
Poor woman, she has no right over her sexuality, her husband own
Her like a piece of land, he decides when to plant, nature and cultivate
The land.
The poor woman has to be submissive and loving unconditionally
to the husband. She is like a piece of wood before her husband she
can’t have equal love and be treated like the woman that she is.
The poor woman has to produce children as a prove her womanhood
Marriage has enslaved her.
All in name of womanhood.
All she ever wanted as woman was happiness as a married woman.