Listen to the laughter of sin

and you'll know what I'm taking about

this is what happens in the lair of Africa,

nothing much,

but you are compelled to dance

to the rhythm of corruption

If you want something,

a few bellies must broaden,

the repulsion of salary

is another thing defacing uprightness

in the system

In Africa, you will notice the

grim muscle of money,

lifting men behind the scenes

and causing the fall of others

In politics, it is only a game,

but does it not bring enough devastation

to a weeping system

to make ignorant members of high position

to wake up from their sleep

of exploitation

Well, corruption is the master,

bribery is the sister

and ignorance the brother

of all this social mess.

                                   By Kakraba Afful

This is what I call leaping

towards the fangs of an adder;

the language of wealth

is sometimes mistaken,

excuse me, many times

Just a few notes and the tongues

of many can twist with amazing

talent of save the situation

to such a point that not even

documents, paper with printed ink

can even tell the truth

I'm the walking the mirror,

let me show you what I am talking about

there are so many controversies in this

world, many of them, we can do nothing about;

You're at the Hogi Yogi spot in UVU,

as you walk across the place,

you see all kinds of smiles,

some real some as fake as a reflection

some, real though

I know that sometimes hypocrisy is necessary

to hide true feelings in order not to hurt

the feelings of a friend,

by doing that you are being a friend right?

Let me continue,

assuming a friend of yours comes to

school without brushing his teeth

and comes to talk to you?

are you going to tell him straight

in the face, in front of a whole crowd

that he has bad breath and make him feel bad,

no, you will smile with him for a while,

then advice him later,

this controversy we can do nothing about.

Tell me one human being that is not a hypocrite,

and I'll show you a human being who doesn't not eat

or one that does not excrete,

these controversies are part of all human beings,

ALL.

                                              By Kakraba Afful

Sometimes this colour distinction

egotisticity punches me in the face,

not only me, but my African friends

I must admit some white people

are really nice, but some to are just impossible

I offer to help one of them

with homework and she looks at me

like I'm some monster from the unfortunate

DNA of Africa, HOW?

Africa is a blessed continent,

I offer a handshake to one guy,

a he stares at me like I'm some demon,

you know what I think of

this rigid perception?

Well most racist have been injected

with the syrum of wrong knowledge,

black does not mean inferiority,

black does not mean evil,

black is beauty,

black is the talisman of the south

and if you come to America,

you will see the black talisman and flying snow,

catalyses of success,

differences are not meant for division,

differences make us strong,

so quit racism!

Please throw away this ideology

the symbol of inferiority and superiority

because friendship is the similarity

in the differences,

we might be different from each other,

but that does not mean we cannot

be one,

we can still work together for a better future,

throw away this wrong knowledge

and quit racism!

It seems this instance,

puts us Africans in the boxing rings

where some of the white people

punch us with rude comments

well, all I am saying is it is a cyanide

to unity,

let's be one,

quit racism!

                     By Kakraba Afful                                      

This is the story of a heart

trailing in the darkness,

battered by the uncanniness

of five words;

"I don't love you anymore."

it was like an invalid password to my ears,

accesss denied

and my heart began

to burn at the stake,

by the fires of sorrow

my bravery melted into baby tears,

tears that flowed like an endless Nile,

my darkest hours

This situation was between hammer

and anvil,

my soul stricken with the cruelty of verbal lighning,

I couldn't breathe anymore,

oxygen was extinct,

was heart was wiped out of existence

Many times I called

and she didn't pick,

my soul began to cry

even before my eyes

my head kept spinning in astonishment,

shock,

all my high hopes,

melt into horrible scenes,

horrific visions,

dark visions, nightmares of how the world

would be when she was not there.

                                                          By Kakraba Afful