she was a good woman

blessed by the passion of the heart

and from the storage of good cheer

did she scatter loaves

towards the poor,

she made sure she tamed

their hunger;

Yes, they were poor

but certainly not needy,

as their children enjoyed

regularly square meals a day

She lay herself

on the cross of kindness,

crucified herself in justification,

sweating to make sure

a smile came upon each of their face

But she continued to be

wounded of their ignorance,

and left bruises

from the wildness of their nonchalance,

everyone took from her,

financial ticks,

till she became a walking corpse,

devoid of even blood,

They bore holes through her

with the proboscious demands

till she faltered

and they abandoned her.

By Kakraba Afful

I am dancing in emptiness

for verily do I know

that everything must be born

from the dew and mist

to stand in an eminence

This is the wisdom of the desert,

where the shackled bones,

and bruised skeletons lay,

all this cadavery from the

emptiness and drought in

the optical socket

The sand is my canvas,

I shall paint my portrait

with the wealth of silt

and from this prehistoric abode

do fossils live,

on the platform of defeat

do I erect my oasis

An empire where I do reign supreme,

and speak the glittering language

of the glory,

whre I sparkle endlessly,

that people may see me gleam

and gleam also,

like the diamonds they are.

By Kakraba Afful

If I give you my heart,

and expose the fact that

you unfurl my wings,

please promise me you

won't let those tears fall

If I should let you see

my soul's nakedness,

please tell me you shall

not shroud it with mockery

If I should look into your eyes,

and find solace on its own

because yours stare at me,

I shall smile like the summer,

and my worries shall

be all thawed away,

by the warmth of your touch

My love, here it is

the glass of my mortality,

the cup that bears

my sentimentality,

please do not break it

If I give you my heart,

and expose the fact that

you unfurl my wings,

please promise me you

won't let those tears fall.

By Kakraba Afful

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Let no one hold him,

the might of his adoration

has put all forces to rest,

her, he wishes to hold tight,

power shall be the venue

and his arms shall never rest

Rewinded to the birth of history

his genuine craving shouts

with a persistence,

he vehemently brings his

humble petition before the clouds,

for the one

Let no one hold him,

there is lightning swimming

in his eyes,

and his heart strays away

from home, natural,

never to be prodigal,

it runs with an invincible energy,

as it sees a glittering diamond

in the womb of the meadows

And she...waits for him,

charmed by the magic of breathlessness

he does not look back,

but with a smile sure,

his heart seizes to roar

and all that was fades

and that is...sweetness

she kisses him.

                                      By Kakraba Afful