I stood there, staring

at this new metallic acquaintance,

it rebelled against my financial freedom

with this boastful glass,

that housed the food and the drinks,

I'm talking about the vending machine

At the top corner was mountain dew,

crying out for me to rescue it

from the long, stiff suffocation,

well it also stood there, with a calculated bravery,

the firm gallantry of technology,

telling me that the mountain dew could not

be rescued unless it

had been bribed with a dollar,

WHAT?

Well, the first pounce of instinct

was to break the glass

and rescue, the mountain dew,

a true friend to my pleasure,

but hunger became the dictator,

tyrannizing my stomach,

and commanding my hands

to release the three quarters

That technological bully

took the quarters

and spat out the mountain dew,

it smiled by the drop of the bottle,

it had conspired with starvation

long before our meeting.

the vending machine!

                                     By Kakraba Afful

In the temple of self doubt,

I didn't have to do much,

the main aim was to meditate

on hopelessness

and all my dreams would be

burn to ashes by the fire of cowardice

Self-shyness was the incense

that was burnt, the belief

was in full course once it was inhale,

my mind then worshipped

doom in the sanctuary

called Lack of self-confidence

well, I was a devout worshipper

of this idol,

which fed me with image

that I was a clustomy of disgust

and fed me with lies

and fortified them into truth

in my eyes,

a grim paradigm a presume

Well, in this temple,

I believed I was a shadow,

and that if someone didn't shine,

I didn't exist.

I would prostrate before faithlessness

and speak the language of

defeat that this grave idol

had taught me.

                             By Kakraba Afful

As being a total prey

to predatory of petrification,

my heart was always

bouncing in the hallway of horror

as a kid,

been groomed into fear,

nurtured by the bleak

scenes of horror stories,

and injected by the scare syrum

of X-files,

my mind was always captured

by a looming darkness

My eyes always howled in the

expectation of doom

Lying on my bed on night,

my nerves froze,

I succumbed to the mental psychosis

of over-imagination,

staring at the semi-opened closet,

the suspicious looking closet,

my spirit had the stench of death,

I didn't know why,

but a huge creature, hiding

in the mountain of my clothes

with red eyes, surely justified

my verdict of a monster

with the blood-thirsty eyes,

and claws that would rip me apart,

it would eat my arteries

and lick my veins

and blend my spleen for breakfast

This is a horrible imagination,

I know,

but my body shook vehemently,

obviously serenity fled,

and just as the shadow of gloomy expectation

loomed upon me with a dagger of screams,

the lights were turn on,

it was only a pile of clothes.

                                                                 By Kakraba Afful

Peanut butter, so seductive;

unless my gastronomical desire

could be ever appeased or tamed

my guts and tongue had to

frown a little longer,

because I was not prepared

to let this extreme fondness

to invade my stability

But its attraction,

it's cunning seduction,

beckoned my name

with an irresistable voice,

my hands tried not to touch it,

at least at tried,

my mind glared at my resistance

and my hands held the

jar in a surrender of addiction

My tongue smooched the peanut

butter with happiness,

apparently it was irresistible!

                                                    By Kakraba Afful