If I must be truly sanctified,

then must I find my soul

in the temple of your eyes,

let the sky say love has made

me pure

 

If I must be anointed by passion,

I must first experience

the magic of your arms

wrapped around me,

then my heart shall be like no another,

it shall sings immortal songs

of a profound happiness

 

If my ears my hear

the laughter of joy,

I must first see the smile

that makes my soul electric

till it shocks all opposers of love

like a tazor,

the smile from your lips

 

If I must know the word sweet,

If I must know the meaning of sweetness,

my lips my touch yours,

where I shall find the nectar of love,

whose taste never fades away

 

If my heart must proclaim

me Hercules, then I must

know your name,

then name that makes me

walk on the sky,

the name that makes the warm-blooded cold

and cold-blooded warm,

your name.

                                          By Kakraba Afful

As a child, I was always bullied,

picked on,

comfort trampled on the ground,

well I admit that I was the softest softie

on the planet,

De-graft Afful Jr. was always

a prey of fear

 

Most of my fear came

from over-imagination,

reading horror books

 

As good as I was,

I had this strange, grim fascination

for evil, especially...

REVENGE

 

Well, for a weakling like me,

in areas of self-confidence

and bravery, this was the only

way to get back people

 

It fascinated me to know

that someone couldn't be taken for granted

once he fought back,

this is a grave darkness I have

long hidden in me

 

In high school, it increased

because I was bullied the more,

so I decided to teach my seniors

a lesson in the boarding house,

by getting back at them in various ways

 

My father was one of the people

who taught me this,

I didn't see this as unforgiveness

but he told me that,

sometimes, if we're too good to people,

many people do ANYTHING they

want to us and get away with it

 

In my mind, I was like

"WHAT!"

"Destroy me and go scot free?"

These were my exact words,

so my father told me to show

them how it feels to be taken for granted,

to give them a taste of their own venom,

by revenge

 

This is what I have used to defend

myself in the past years,

to admit, it felt extremely good

to get revenge,

but after I had made them pay,

my whole being would feel extremely odd

and I would feel sorry for getting

back at them

 

Because of this vengeful flaw in

me, I always do not plan to take

people for granted,

well, like I said, everytime I had taken revenge,

I felt really sorry inside,

and I could feel God frowning profusely,

I couldn't see it,

but I could feel his anger,

 

because De-graft Afful Jr.,

is a good guy,

but sometimes, his unforgiveness

makes him a demon

 

Well, I must say, to me,

it is not easy at all,

to forgive,

not at all

but somehow I must learn to forgive,

because Jesus did it for us,

with his blood

somehow,

some way, I must learn to forgive

 

Too much hatred in my heart,

the bully in first grade,

the bully in junior high school,

the time he told me to lick his feet,

it was dehumanizing,

these are all reason why my self-confidence

was demolished

 

An old man told me sometime ago,

that I was like my father,

well, in that sense, somehow...yes

 

somehow, some way...

I must find a way to forgive,

because right after vengeance,

I feel very sorry within...

this is the darkest side

of De-graft Afful Jr.

 

Like I said, sometimes

I thought it wise to be wicked,

so that I wouldn't be taken for granted

or regarded as weak,

well this even makes me weaker

than any weakling in this world,

the inability to forgive,

we all have dark side,

but this is my dark side,

the darkest side of my being,

the dark side of De-graft Afful Jr.

                                                     By Kakraba Afful

 

Anytime I took revenge

or before I took revenge,

the strange thrill of murder

or killing the target in question

came into my mind,

but the good part of me conquered

it always and has always conquered it,

I have never killed

 

Well, it is the abrupt prompt

of conscience that pushes me

to write down this 100% truth,

anytime I took revenge,

I felt like a different person

I felt that it was not me,

but my inability to forgive

pushed me to carry out

some of my dastardly deeds,

downright evil,

 

I felt different,

and not only that,

I felt powerful, in the sense

that I had restored my pride

by getting revenge to the fullest

I felt like a demon,

immortal one at that

 

But after I had commit this sin of vengeance,

and I came back to my normal, good self,

I could see angels weeping

and as usual felt the anger of God,

angels and my good conscience,

asking me this simple question;

"Why did you let De-graft go,

and allow Sinister to come in,

why?"

My soul would cry deeply,

thinking why I had done what I did

 

Well, this is the best way

I found to set my soul free,

whenever the conscience

strikes me like a guillotine,

I shall write the story of myself,

in a poetic form like this

as I am doing now

this is the only way, I discovered

to remove all the hatred,

I have harboured for the eighteen years

of my life I have spent on this earth

 

This is my darkest side

and I intend to get rid of it,

I have foolishly mistaken it for power

too many times,

but it is black sin,

from this day forth

the fangs of revenge

that make me a cobra,

must be cut off by truthfulness

to make me 100% De-graft Afful Jr.

                                                   By Kakraba Afful

For so long, I had these enormous wounds

in my soul, only one heals gradually...

the self-confidence weakness,

another begins to heal,

unforgiveness

 

In my lifetime, I have been

a shadow clothed with wounds,

my soul limps most of the time

because there's something,

forgiving someone is like stabbing

with a dagger,

my spirit bleeds from the stabs

of unforgiveness,

this is not imagery, this is the truth

 

My soul has always been clenching its fist,

but today,

as the truth sleeps on paper

in the humility of words,

the wound begins to heal slowly

and second wound, becoming extinct

by the friendliness of time,

tears fill the eyes of my soul in relief,

too much hatred,

it's being eradicated, eliminated

by the truth,

my heart is getting light,

lighter and lighter

the bleeding stops...

slowly

and strength seems to return,

forgiveness

but slowly

 

I remember this enormous sin

I keep repeating everyday,

and I feel sorry for myself

but I must hold my head up high,

to be De-graft Afful Jr.,

the lion that was, when Josephine

came into my life,

the good guy who has always

been good...if not for this dismal side

which is being overthrown

gradually.

                                          By Kakraba Afful