Poetry by Kordjo Zankeli

ever since Nananom mustered Dutch couragefrom the libation we offer with J.H. Henkes schnapps, distilled to taste like Genever, the Gods have forever taken a French leave; present everywhere, but here.

777 perfect full moons ago, the God of Adenta fled to Atlanta; the God of Dzorwulu migrated to Georgia; the God of Bubuashie relocated to Boston;

the Gods of Teshie, Nungua and Tema, despised at the taste of Akpeteshie, settled in Texas, with no T&T; the Gods of Laterbiokorshie, Bawaleshie and Shiashie now inhabit Lafayette and Seattle and o!

the God of Alajo could not stand many a police in Minneapolis, so, He now survives in El Paso. and they say they are not to blame.

so now, we roam the world

from Kasoa to Kalamazoo

Awoshie to Austin          Alavanyo to Alabama

Haatso to Havana

               Madina to Madison               Manhyia to Memphis               Mamfe to Menifee

Santase to Santa Clarita

                                    Vakpo to Vallejo                                         Tamale to Temecula

Jirapa to Jurupa Valley

seeking a chance at living anew or maybe being born again

and if they could be born again,

hoping that they stick to the best pages of life’s scrolls and turn no new leaf as Master Jesuses in Massachusetts.



Born Kordjo Senyo Amenyeanu, Kordjo Zankeli is a Ghanaian writer whose love for poetry resonates with Africanism and legends from his tribe.