war has been dethroned

militance has lost the war,

the fires sees,

the bombs, corpses of defeat

and the sun shines,

the sky begins to smile

and the awakening of a new dawn

and the sanguine

departure of

the dusk of blood,

no more guns,

no more tanks

tears stops,

and history seizes to sob

Enemies become friends,

hearts, softening in the freedom

of grudge

and the rebellion of innocence,

shake hands,

forget differences,

and destroy hate

and now development rises

in the new era,

the monarchy of unity,

the new king that rules

in utmost serene silence,

humility is the linguist

and fortitude is the prodigal

that returns home,

resistance, the old dog

that use to bark

has been sappored by harmony,

never again destined to rule,

but be extinct,

as the shadows of the past,

and friends, family,

relatives, holding hands

raise their hands to the sky

laughing like redemption,

because salvation has come to stay.

                                                By Kakraba Afful

I stood there, staring

at this new metallic acquaintance,

it rebelled against my financial freedom

with this boastful glass,

that housed the food and the drinks,

I'm talking about the vending machine

At the top corner was mountain dew,

crying out for me to rescue it

from the long, stiff suffocation,

well it also stood there, with a calculated bravery,

the firm gallantry of technology,

telling me that the mountain dew could not

be rescued unless it

had been bribed with a dollar,

WHAT?

Well, the first pounce of instinct

was to break the glass

and rescue, the mountain dew,

a true friend to my pleasure,

but hunger became the dictator,

tyrannizing my stomach,

and commanding my hands

to release the three quarters

That technological bully

took the quarters

and spat out the mountain dew,

it smiled by the drop of the bottle,

it had conspired with starvation

long before our meeting.

the vending machine!

                                     By Kakraba Afful

In the temple of self doubt,

I didn't have to do much,

the main aim was to meditate

on hopelessness

and all my dreams would be

burn to ashes by the fire of cowardice

Self-shyness was the incense

that was burnt, the belief

was in full course once it was inhale,

my mind then worshipped

doom in the sanctuary

called Lack of self-confidence

well, I was a devout worshipper

of this idol,

which fed me with image

that I was a clustomy of disgust

and fed me with lies

and fortified them into truth

in my eyes,

a grim paradigm a presume

Well, in this temple,

I believed I was a shadow,

and that if someone didn't shine,

I didn't exist.

I would prostrate before faithlessness

and speak the language of

defeat that this grave idol

had taught me.

                             By Kakraba Afful

As being a total prey

to predatory of petrification,

my heart was always

bouncing in the hallway of horror

as a kid,

been groomed into fear,

nurtured by the bleak

scenes of horror stories,

and injected by the scare syrum

of X-files,

my mind was always captured

by a looming darkness

My eyes always howled in the

expectation of doom

Lying on my bed on night,

my nerves froze,

I succumbed to the mental psychosis

of over-imagination,

staring at the semi-opened closet,

the suspicious looking closet,

my spirit had the stench of death,

I didn't know why,

but a huge creature, hiding

in the mountain of my clothes

with red eyes, surely justified

my verdict of a monster

with the blood-thirsty eyes,

and claws that would rip me apart,

it would eat my arteries

and lick my veins

and blend my spleen for breakfast

This is a horrible imagination,

I know,

but my body shook vehemently,

obviously serenity fled,

and just as the shadow of gloomy expectation

loomed upon me with a dagger of screams,

the lights were turn on,

it was only a pile of clothes.

                                                                 By Kakraba Afful