Category: Poetry

CAGED BEAUTY

Poetry by Wendy Appenteng Daniels CAGED BEAUTY (I see) beauty that refuses to unravel itself. (I see) beauty who dares not to reveal itself. Mine is beauty that offends, mine is beauty that scares, so why announce myself? I learnt the hard way that by shielding myself, I learnt the...

Food for thought

Poetry by Maame Agyeben Food for thought   Would you have only me as your morning waakye your evening jollof Sunday fufu light soup spooned fresh from the pot?   I miss you, you know but you are thinking of food perhaps for times you could not eat the years...

Free

Poetry by Grace Louise Wood Free (In loving memory of George Floyd) Red grinning mouths said we were free, through gleaming teeth set in polished skulls; though we still felt the bite of dogs, chains, nooses kneecaps on necks, devouring our air before we could breathe. Free shouldn’t feel like...

men like you.

Poetry by Kuukuwa Manful men like you.   we have buried men like you There and there. And perhaps, here too we shall bury men like you Again, and again Ah. The way they break us and how they laugh when they whip us More times dem zook wanna necks...

Piloloo

Poetry by Eamy Mireku Piloloo This love thing check like piloloo I search saa but I no dey find I no go look again oh Chale I really make tired.   I no find for work or school I no find for church I go club too—but no where cool...

CHEW THE MAZE

Poetry by Ewoenam Akahoho CHEW THE MAZE   your dilemma is deathless, because you know what is right. tread the path that gifts dodgy ballyhoos, and you will inhale shame to catch your breath.   you can chew the maze, without the confusion getting stuck in your teeth. so when...

Our days are Jazz

Poetry by Sarpong-Osei Asamoah Our days are Jazz   It's 28th April, 2020 and it feels like we never left march, and February, and January; three million confirmed cases, 211,065 lost and they say we must mourn our dying now and our dead later. We do this together, from a...

Lately I think of my father a lot

Poetry by  Lemeul Nortey Lately I think of my father a lot, I don’t know maybe Partly because I’m beginning to go bald at 30 It’s undetectable, But that habit of passing my hands through my hair Confirms it enough times to equal the denial, Or the fact that at...

Guillotine

Poetry by Jay Kophy Guillotine in January 2002. the national reconciliation commission was formed to ask us to remember what our blood won't let us forget                 about the bodies that men walked                                          on to grow into gods over here the sea is anything that streams down from the eyes...

WAILS FROM THE GOLDEN CITY

Poetry by Akosua Asor Acheampomaa Can you hear? wails coming from the golden city wails disguised as  joyful noise. journey to the golden city is in several dimensions. To some it is a life time imprisonment, to some it is a journey of unassured arrival, and to others,  a journey...