I Lost My Innocence

I Lost My Innocence

It started with a look
A pleasant meeting of the eyes
A touch of the skin
A kiss perhaps, and it was
That my restless hands
Unknowingly, or was it knowingly,
My hands,
They were breast-full.
A spark of heat,
The sight of a goddess’ nudity,
My reason was lost,
And with that my innocence.

I lost my innocence
When i lost my reason.
I know not whence
But they said it was moral treason
Ah, it looked to have started thence
A meeting of pleasant eyes



Do not flirt with the hen if you
Do not want to see her teeth
Emefa, you have taken me places in one place!
I have never been to the land of the Volta
But I have seen on top of the Afadjato
I have never been to the land of the Volta
Yet I have fished from its mighty river
Emefa you have shown me something o
And I will see it again

It was the same gate through which
I walked into this world crying
But now I have walked your gates
And I cried a man’s cry
Emefa, let me be a beggar at your gates!
It was the same cup from which I drank my mother’s milk
I drank from your cup and it had no milk
And perhaps, that is why I am always hungry for your cup
Eih Emefa, you have shown me something o

They say it is only the fool
Who allows his testicles to be stepped on twice.
If that be true, Emefa
I will be your eternal fool!
Make my testicles your doormat
Wear it as your morning slippers, if you please
You have shown me something, Emefa.
And I will see it again, in this world or the beyond.

The Question of Faith


Is there God, you ask me,
When you say there is none.
For how could there be when the world this bleeds
Surely, He must care?
Why do they who profess Him contradict
themselves over what He desires and what He be?
Any man hath a new philosophy or a want
Of profession, springs he up a religion and they
whose opium it is, him they follow.
That a man his fellow love and his society uphold,
barren the ways of Jesus or Mohammed or Budha,
he in some final apocalypse be damned?
Then the world be damned, you say!
That misogyny they spew and culture and morality
they twine and serve on a plate of fear.
Certainly, there can be no God who such requires
save the wantons of men who divinity their rules hideously profess!

This ponder me nicodemously lest I Thomas be.
Certainly you speak wisdom!
For your words do not sit in the vacuum of cynicism.
For indeed the wisest of men’s men such pondered,
and I wager that the most astute of learned men
on such dilemma hath pondered.
For religion, though a professor of innocence
doth history testified a murderer of men.
Aye, even of the Messiah himself, without respite
For they had screamed, “crucify him” and so it was.
Hath they not of Galileo death threatened
that he denounce a truth which we now with a grain of salt take?
For there indeed exists a hypocrisy of religion,
that professing itself to be true, other ways subtly condemn!
That men of supposed piety hath in the Lord’s name
others brought to lethargic ruin.
Aye, in these matters you are right

Yet it appears to me that my Lord unreasonable be,
that reasonable men by reason Him not find
Aye, even in this it be unreasonable.
For to me He gives meaning to they that lose reason

You ask me if there be God?
To my reason, there is none.
Yet to my meaning there He exists in me,
in ways that words never were tasked to explain.
Or reason ever to know, that reasonable men may know.
For His ways are not the ways of men
That men in their ways, His ways comprehend
That they were? Yet they are not
For in my sleep and in my wake
I feel His feet my own direct
How then can I the existence of Him deny!
Reason have I none, yet He is all the meaning I seek.

Such Men

I have seen men who love their drink
And will hold on to their bottles tighter than their lives in battles
I know men who love their women
And will dance to their song at the relegation of their wives
Indeed, I have heard of men who treasure their money
And will earlier part with love than their gold
There are even legends of men who loved fame
And traded their progeny to be etched in the tales of Troy’s fall
There are such men!

But I knew a man once who loved his sleep!
More than gold, or fame or love
Aye, even more than his life
I saw men gather around him and beat him up while he slept
But sleep was more pleasurable than any pain
I heard death had sued him once at the court of the Most High
For Death, he was worried the man may cheat him
And sleep to his days’ end before his time
There is such a man!

When I was a child…

Some time some time ago
I used to play “alikoto” in the dirt of Kintampo
And my friends will tafree their mouth
As they gaaa me till I run away home
That is why me and my best friend Paa Kwesi did aka
He, he sent me aaa when we played “Stay”
He teased me that me, if my mother sends me
I won’t go, but see how he is sending me
Like if it was not the “Four Corners” anka
Me and him will not talk again, hmm!
Herrr, the way I also gaaa him when we played “Zanzama”
He and I did aka again but I was happy some, hw3!
If not for the “pilolo” like we will do aka aaa, hmm

Some time some time ago
I used to played “search inside and find your lover”
Under the shining moonlight of Kintampo
That is where me and Frema first did atuuu
Herr, I was happy papa
And they said she was my girl and I bought her “chingam”
Some night bi when we played “hide and seek”
Like me and her were going to do “maame and paapa” oo
Ah, then Paa Kwesi came to catch us
And he went and told everybody at “gala”
That is why I didn’t let him ride my bicycle some aaa
Like if not for “pampanaa” like me and him will do aka aaa
Ah, me and my best friend Paa Kwesi dierrr!