I surely remember the day

I fell from the sky,

my spine broke

and most of all,

my heart was broken to pieces

of glass

You told me you were going

to cuddle it,

you told me you wouldn't make

it fall to the ground

now I foul pain chokes my chest cavity,

I can breathe,

as breathless as emptiness

you told me you weren't going

to let anything come between us,

you promised me daily

that you were mine forever

what happened?

Suddenly you switched off,

you didn't pick my calls,

then I saw you with another guy,

the tears really invaded my eyes then,

my mind was knocked out

by the punch of your stinging negligence

then you lied to that guy too?

why did you do this to me?

I apparently did nothing to you,

I gave you EVERYTHING,

apparently EVERYTHING,

but you buried my heart in razor wire,

making it bleed eternal

under the mercy of your mercilessness,

you didn't even say goodbye,

you just shattered me.

Now I beginning to think,

why did I even meet you?

                                                                  By Kakraba Afful

My heart was rippled by an earthquake

the flame in my life vanished,

then I had no cause to smile,

the melody of happiness had been

long forbidden now

I couldn't feel the magic anymore,

because her lips were no more there to kiss

because her eyes were no more

there to look into, fathom the power

she had

I wept eminently,

I never saw her again,

where did she go?

Well, I was blinded,

I couldn't see anymore,

then I had to camouflage my real being

with the creativity of many characters,

and I managed to do it

I became a walking cartoon,

my eyes were an optical pen drive,

copying whatever action I could

to cover my sad being

Full of so many weaknesses

and a broken fort,

I was totally destroyed

but with these immitations,

I was totally invisible,

but unlike venom,

to me, they were symbiotes

of deliverance

covering my shattered being,

I became an unexposed walking cartoon,

to a walking magnetic field,

I got attention

by being an immortal chameleon

Well, this was the extreme transformation

that the snare of heartbreak had lured me into

but I had no choice,

since I wanted no one to see it

Till I met friends,

who came and delivered me,

and they still are,

and they still will,

because they are friends,

in Utah.

                                            By Kakraba Afful

It is the truth that sets as free right?

well, hear is it;

This is the story of a boy

who took things for granted,

so his ignorance morphs into

a gigantic ghoul chasing him around,

life, full of so many blemishes,

some put to ink,

some in the mind,

some in the culture

My lips must not tremble,

as what must be said must be said;

Most of my writings,

were not actual happenings,

my stories formed by my mind,

the only true stories,

put to ink by me

are those of my emotional earthquake

and former self...the walking cartoon

But I still create stories to write

from the mind,

I still do it, it's original

because I created it,

my creation!

but if there is one thing, I EXTREMELY

feel good about, it is my writing,

my literature,

nothing else.

                                                   By Kakraba Afful

Hi, my name is De-graft Nyansah Afful Jr.

and ignorance is my disease

as intelligent as I was,

I never believed in myself,

or..I never knew who I was,

yes, that's true

Like I said, I am De-graft Afful Jr.

a current student of Utah Valley University,

I believe that as I begin to sketch

myself on paper, I will see some of my cracks

To me,

the world was VERY boring,

it was either the TV or the COMPUTER

or just sitting idle,

the word, "learn" was very bitter

to my ears,

laziness was the honey that

consoled my soul on my bed

I really liked to sleep a lot,

my father always scolded me for it,

but I didn't care

the world was very boring

till I found my talent,

writing...

that was the day I found power

I could twist, turn, twirl,

whirl words in anyway I could,

my mission now is to show

people that writing is not just

about pen and paper,

or laptop and typing,

but the cunning in getting what you want

with words

and their power,

I always say;

"he who has words, has power!"

My father encouraged me

to modify my writing,

I wrote everyday,

on pen and paper;

my father thought me,

that risks are diamonds in the

fangs of a cobra,

this is my own expression,

but what I mean is that

all troubles are blessings in disguise

Ok, I'm drifting,

back to the story,

I wrote for my friends

in high school to propose

to girls,

or for their girlfriends on valentines,

that was the only muscle I had,

so I plan to use it to the max

Well, I believe I have more

muscles and I'll find them out

just in time.

                                              By Kakraba Afful