he wore the jacket of the shadows,

creeping like shyness

and with the eyes of a shadow,

the darkness apparently

had betrayed the police,

because they didn't know

what slithered in the

unsuspecting roads,

lonely, staring at the stars

But a bank, lay there

resting on the friendly

mattress of concrete

and by the numeric security

of cunning combinations,

expected no grim visit

But

that being,

the very architecture of tact,

knew exactly what to do...

he conspired with the night,

so did his thoughts

The sirens were still asleep,

never did they know

that night was the horse,

that was soon to invade

this Troy of security

and without a gunshot,

the safe was opened

and all the cops were dead.

                                                     By Kakraba Afful

There were strings

to my actions and who

was holding them?

who else but imagination

Cartoons swimming in my head,

knee deep,

flooded with fantasy,

enough to make me artificial

And my joints were

riveted by purposeful immitation,

so as to steal the limelight

from reality,

well I succeeded

But somehow, this self-manipulation,

manipulated myself

and morphing to characters,

as the strings of immitation

were pulled and dropped

also moved from human

to walking cartoon

My skin become wood,

but my nose wouldn't extend

as I transformed into a breathing

lie because I was

a wooden actor,

artificial,

a puppet on the stage

of attention.

                       By Kakraba Afful

This is the music

that reveals the novel

of fakeness,

I used to wish to be real

but I couldn't

Putting on masks,

till I walked on hinges,

as the authority of joints,

but as time went on

they rusted,

my act was busted

by  the mirror of truth

My soul is the saxophone,

that play the tune

of an old story,

with a smile, I was

conceived by the womb

of calculated drama

Well, I'm glad that

fallacy is over,

looking into mirror,

and not seeing your reflection,

the real you had

been impeached

by extreme acting,

and that is how I tease reality,

another way of playing

with life

Well, like I said,

I'm glad the era of animations

are over, I still

plan to study animation

some time soon.

                              By Kakraba Afful

If my heart must remain untamed,

and its roar of benevolence,

king of my life,

then our hands cannot part ways

If I must be happily

blinded by visions of you,

I must look into your eyes

and see the glamour of my heart

and the sunshine

that makes my soul glitter

with pleasure

as I drink of this

romantic caffeine,

I am intoxicated trust

and in your heartbeat

do I have unquiet faith

that it shall not betray me

I shall wrap you around me,

till my spirit dozes of

in the hammock of joy

and how I long to sip

this cherry wine your lips

freely share with mine

I smile in contentment,

as a passion overflows,

like a flying lake of bliss

because you are here,

all this magic since you came,

a spell of wonder

Destiny has sketched

bliss in a fervent way

drawn excitement

with lightning

with the melody of my heart.

                                               By Kakraba Afful