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I was walking in a prostitutional nightmare,

it had sexed with fear, insecurity and hopelessness,

my rose withered,

while my heart trailed in offensive night,

dusk became my morning,

where sunlight was spilled by

an oblivious source,

a bright waste on the blue napkin of the sky

My soul turned to bones,

where loneliness and self-destruction

was eminent,

the clouds fell to the ground,

choke by the floating ash of my discouraged words,

so my life was dark as mystery,

I was walking death,

happiness, scarce,

such was the burglary of heartbreak...

till I met you

when you kissed me,

it was daybreak,

then the sun gained Samsonite strength

and dethroned the forlorn darkness,

a dove was smiling in the sky,

I could finally smile,

since you visited me

with your morning glory.

                          By Kakraba Afful

my fortune shed its leaves

and flew away into the dastardly wind,

by the novel of bitter destiny,

but it was non-deciduous, as my riches

never returned

A cool wind murdered the warmth from

my body, made naked by wretchedness,

my hands, living sackcloths, clothed only

a decimal of my body from the chills

the sun shined hypocritically,

telling me things were going to get better,

but the siege of chilly winds still proceeding,

I only prayed to God for survival,

and guess what?

I survived.

                    By Kakraba Afful

when night comes to town,

and the wolves howl at noon,

you must surely hear the sobbing

of weeping bullets,

and the invasion of danger

upon your life

the clock turns backwards,

and days of the sackcloth are rewinded

by these black signs,

it's the cobra of misery,

the fangs of poverty,

that seeks to bite you with

the venom of torment, this very moment

and your mind,

is like a mercedes benz,

raptured by a fatal accident,

you can't think straight,

you children's school fees have awaken

with a financial haunt,

christmas is near,

you have to fund your late father's funeral,

what are you gonna do?

SUCH, are the crosses of maturity.

                          By Kakraba Afful