It's been a while since I buried my

former self, the immitator in the

graveyard of ignorance,

many time, a hear him howling

from deep within,

a symbiote of acting

Quite a short while now,

what can I say?

Being myself seems really knew,

most of the instabilities came

from my trailing heart

Well, I'm just writing this

to say goodbye to him,

I really had fun changing into

all those characters,

I can't help to think that there

might be some of it left.

there were advantages

of those multi-transformations,

changing to suite different situations

at different times,

wearing the cloak of someone else's confidence,

but this magic must all go,

if she must see who I really am,

now I'm not the walking cartoon,

I'm the walking mirror.

                                          By Kakraba Afful

My name is De-graft Afful Jr.

and my favorite hip-hop musician

is

Kanye Omari West

"But Beyonce got one of the

best videos of all time!"

now that was classic

well, he is my favorite

because he disproved a lot

of theories in the mentality of parents,

he dropped out of college to continue

is music career

and he did it,

sometimes people say I'm like

Kanye West due to pride,

but I'm not proud at all

However, I think that Kanye

and I have similarities,

unlike Kanye I'm humble,

but the main thing that makes

me like him is that he showed

me that school is not the only

way to success

secondly, I just like his logo

apart from his pride,

I like everything about him,

Kanye Omari West.

                                   By Kakraba Afful

By the swagger of the shrapnels

people die by the laughter

of war and devout fire burning

the land with a strong defiance

of peace, burning the silence

and the harmony with the

frown of the flames

By the swagger of the shrapnels

men die,

bullets parade the innocent bodies

of people, death is the stamp on their lives,

their bodies then become corpses

and hopes die

The bombs laugh

the defiant fire spreads about

and the sand baptises the corpses

with the clay of death,

this is the behemoth of war

and its rage

destroys...

                                By Kakraba Afful

when you look into my eyes,

my tears don't lie

so many shrapnels in

my heart and I don't know why

I don't want to believe

it's true that you're gone,

or maybe that's why

I'm hearing the cry of the dawn

My mind rewinds

and I remember the times

we used to laugh endlessly,

and my chest broadened

with the bravery of my heart

only you could hear the song

of my pulse,

and I would play you like

 a harp with comedy,

till everlasting tunes of happiness

could be heard from

your soul rejoicing,

glad that we had found each other

But your being vanishes,

in the fiendishness of time

and my will turns to dust

and my whole life drowns

in the quicksand of shame

There was no magic of gallantry

since you left,

no immortality,

my soul died and still continues to die,

there was no ailment

to heal my wounds

only your name

I remain breathless

there's no air,

I'm dying of suffocation,

but I can tell from the

frown of the clouds,

that you shall no longer come back,

so I have to move on,

goodbye.

                                         By Kakraba Afful