As I continue to walk

with my illiad sandals,

I still fight this war of ignorance,

I know that God still hears me,

but I can't do the things,

I used to do spiritual

 

After I had lost my power,

the bible seemed like just a book,

it was very unlikely of me

not to read in the morning,

or before I went to bed

 

I don't know,

how laziness consumed me.

now the potence of my spirit

has been burnt to ashes,

I was a part of a group

in boarding school

called the prayer warriors,

 

God gave us the power

to casts out demons,

free the possessed

and bring freedom

to a dying soul,

anyone who was sick could be cured,

I remember being so happy

that God had given me

so much power

and he modified my poetry,

even till now,

though I have strayed from him

in a gentle rebellion

 

But my soul is still stained

with a guilty conscience,

because my humility is not complete,

I'm not saying I'm proud,

I'm not proud at all,

but my humility is now mostly

seeing in my obedience,

used to be all over me,

but now, just my obedience

 

The guilty conscience,

that I'm not doing what

I was destined to do,

is bugging me,

but today, I thank

a fellow mate and christian brother

for bringing this back to me

 

Well, pastors have told me,

I have been called by God,

I'm yet to find out for myself,

and what I must do,

and how I must do

 

The only prayer, I pray

these days is for the sun to shine brighter

and for God to help me

with my writing,

but I must change that,

pray for the poor,

and make others see the salvation

that the almighty father gave me.

                                                      By Kakraba Afful

In my childhood, I have always

believed that everyone is different,

and it is our differences that

makes us significance

 

I like literature,

characters,

life is filled with people,

characters,

I like to explore

their surroundings and what

influences their behaviour,

literature is not just studies,

it is life,

that is why I try to understand

everyone,

because we're all walking stories

 

Every day we write a chapter

of our lives by

living it,

 

Well, I've been mistaken

in most cases in the sense

very few people think,

that I think I'm better than everyone,

that is a capital NO

 

Like I said,

it is our differences that makes us significant,

so if you can magnify your differences,

you highlight your uniqueness,

everyone has been given gift,

the ability to do what we want to do,

is in every human being,

so every human being

can do it,

all you have to do,

is be confident with doing what you do

that's all

 

For me,

I believe that even if my father

told me to stop writing,

I would strong disobey

because literature is within my personality,

and nobody is going

to stop me from writing,

I can't imagine a life without it

 

It is the way I reveal my imagination,

recently, it is the way I tell truth,

I think I'm like everyone else,

who has the power to do

anything they want to do

 

I listen to people,

so I can hear their stories,

analyze their cases

and try to understand,

this is who I am,

this is De-graft Afful Jr.

                                       By Kakraba Afful

And moving with

a homeostatic trouble,

I found myself,

silently being bullied by

the cold, my breathe congealing,

even screaming

as all the life in it

had been beaten

and punched with discomfort

 

walking like cowardice,

my confidence had been

overthrown, at least for a while,

then I saw the road that led

towards home,

and the chilly made it long,

and my long for warmth

made it lengthy,

 

so I thought,

my face silently rebelled the cold,

but deep within I could

feel my loins freezing

she was not there to hold my hands,

and kissed them to warmth,

leaving no consolation,

they froze and the floating iciness

chased them even in my pockets

then I gathered brave

from the mysticity of persistence

and began to walk briskly

then the warmth came

and hugged me tight,

at least a little warmth

 

But my body was content,

because the sun was not

such a good solicitor

in this case.

                     By Kakraba Afful

 

I pressed the emotional accerelator,

then use my determination clutch

to change the gear to persistence,

I am not ready to lose this war

of ideas, as my imagination begins

to run cold,

but I spice is up with

the fortitude of thought,

and try as much as possible

to flee from the Kristelnacht of repetition

 

Well it is not easy,

as writer's block seems to

be looming in with muscular ease,

but my mind spits ideas,

feeds me with pictures,

inhales philosophies

I continue writing with

the ink of literary eloquence,

my hands, bull-headed with a fluence,

emptiness try to visit

but I shut the doors of my neurones,

I'm writing with a bottomless pen

because the brain

is an eternal citadel of creation

 

I shall defeat writer's block

and win this war!

                                             By Kakraba Afful