Ability,

it is the actinide that breathes

the radiation of power

and control

Ability, muscle of the mind,

biceps of mortality,

strength that lasts as long as immortality

It is the fission

of success,

transforming fiction to non-fiction

and wrestling doubt to the death,

this is the meaning of the word can

The ice that does not melt

by the kiss of the sun,

the coal that does not burn

in the fire of persecution

this is the talisman of faith,

the being of the word,

the meaning of the word

known as can

The bison that breaks

the walls of limitation,

demolishing faithlessness,

wrecking hopelessness

for the good of personal immunity

this is the other,

than the everlasting friend to

all human beings, worldwide,

CAN.

                     By Kakraba Afful

He stands there,

infinitive tons of undoubted muscle,

mind equipped with

pursuing magma of deep gutted grizzled,

apparently he's ripped,

if you know what I mean?

Success is his tattoo

with eyes that burn like a furnace,

he sees gold in the abyss of turmoil,

a bottomless pit of tribulation

the genius

who learns gigantic calculus

from the heart

and breeds willpower,

he stand firm

and does not fail,

to him, a hurricane is a beeless hive,

he bathes in magma

till success proclaims him pure

Risks,

they are diamonds in

the fangs of a cobra,

blessings in disguise

This is the exact character

of Bill Gates

or Lebron James,

the successful man,

the man who always does it,

determination

persistence,

dreams

are his pawns

in the chess of life.

                          (A POEM ABOUT THE NATURE OF SUCCESS IN HONOUR OF MY FATHER

                                                    DE-GRAFT AFFUL SR.)

                                       Love, Junior.

                                                                                By Kakraba Afful

With firm conscience, an anvil

ones eyes see clarity,

with iron of rules,

unbended by compromise,

by the hammer of practice

and constant routine

does not mold one into a restricted shape

but makes one mentally and emotionally elastic,

outstretching one without a limit

Yep, discipline is the Blacksmith

as well as being through the fire

of constant and precision

the goal is not be monochrome,

but a multichrome of abilities,

this is the true

education of education

and the petition of rules

and the heartbeat of stature

These are what create

the sculpture of greatness,

doing what one must do,

follow the drama of your heart

no matter the darkness.

                                    By Kakraba Afful

when destruction walks with comfort

upon the lands of innocence,

pulses are frozen

trepidation takes over,

all instincts are porcupine,

pricked by caution

The air is treacherous,

it has been bribed by a hazardous silence,

refusing to tell the story

of the next gun shot

or the flight of bullets

but blood is the bold novelist

that tells the story

of how innocent people

are killed,

some amputated

due to a vehement rebellion

to government

The shrapnels dictate

the real game of compulsory

hide and seek,

if you don't conceal your being,

your life shall be snatched away

from you, by the foxy regiments,

soldiers that march like turmoil,

and to these killers

their creed is to shed innocent blood

and death is the ally

that gives them a handshake

You can see houses cry,

as their spines have been broken

by the curse of demolision,

jets, bombers, tanks,

mechanical monsters that synthesize

in an annihilating rage,

the breaks the county to bits

This is the definition of war,

and anger runs through the

veins of rebels,

the streets are consoled with

blood-smothered dead bodies,

all because peace has been maimed,

trust has been beheaded

only guns rule

and disunity smiles

at it rules with an iron fist of tyranny

this is the novel of destruction;

war.

                                                By Kakraba Afful