Massy’s letter to Alex
Music playing
In the background,
Thoughts of you
Crowding my head,
I scribble this letter
To you
That you’d find
Time to read
Whatever happened to you?
You were my all
Right now
I see you
In blue pants
And a neat white
Sweat shirt
Walking up to me
With a smile
This beautiful
As if we were friends
You introduce yourself
And ask of my name
‘I’m Agnes
But call me Massy’
I say
Music playing
In the background
Thoughts of you
Crowding my mind
I remember
How I couldn’t stop
Picturing your face
And how it would feel
In those muscled arms
Had I fallen
At first sight?
I had
I hear Luther Vandross
Do killing me softly
And I melt
In tears
Like I did
In love
When you asked me out
Music playing
In the background
Thoughts of you
Crowding my mind
Everyday saw us
Share a kiss
Hold hands
I felt so safe
In your arms
I am in your bed
And you beside me
Holding me tight
An assurance
It won’t hurt
I let you in
It didn’t hurt really
I loved you more
Your sheet stained
Your eyes spoke of
A love undying
Music playing
In the background
Thoughts of you
Crowding my mind
You are so furious
I didn’t tell you
I got pregnant
And got rid of it
I love you
I would want you
Stuck with me
For love
And everything we shared
Not an unwanted pregnancy
You couldn’t forgive
I killed your blood
It was my blood too
You couldn’t forget
I did it
When you didn’t know
Music playing
In the background
Thoughts of you
Crowding my mind
My eyes are tired
From crying
And my heart
From bleeding
I miss you
I bet you miss me
The happy moments
The sad ones
Everything
Music playing
In the background
Thoughts of you
Crowding my mind
My pride
Couldn’t bring me
Down on my knees
To say sorry
Right now
I am really sorry
I love you
Please forgive
And forget.
(c) June 14 2011 Owiredu Albert Kofi
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
LIFE
Life
I have never ever
Trusted life
To be fair and smooth
You have every right
No
You don’t need guts
To shout that
Life is one hell of a bitch
The fatherless child
Making ends meet
In the hot sun
While his age mates
Are in school
Undergoing a process
Teaching and learning
He returns home at night
To no home at all
Finding shelter
In the stands at
The market place
Yet still another
Retires to a bed
Of comfort and sweet dreams
Having done no work at all
No
This is no feud
Of the poor
Against the rich
But then
Life’s one hell of a bitch
Prove to me otherwise
The single mother
Who is less of everything
A husband
A meaningful job
A home
Yet has three children
Under 5
Each with a father
Unknown
And is pregnant
With a fourth child
No
She’s not promiscuous
She’s a head porter
And like other head porters
Is constantly gang-raped
At that lorry station
She passes the night
Each evening
Imagine
That guy
Who makes all the noise in class
And is never seen going the extra mile
Yet still comes tops of his class
At the end of each academic year
While another
Who always is behind his books
Struggles with those who miss school
Like 3 or more times in a week
As to whom should gracefully
Carry the class to Jordan
Life cannot just be fair
When your application
Is one of the strongest
And you think you easily
Will make the cut
For that college
Yet you do not gain admission
Whatever then went wrong?
I am in love
For like the umpteenth time
This time round
With the girl I met at the mall
We have been quite close
I keep making advances
And always
She shows me the red light
And what a shame that is
Yet she only sees a picture of my cousin
While she looked through my picture gallery
On my laptop
And she’s already asking for his number
How fair can life be?
Think of even my onetime next-door neighbour
Who’s playing sugar mummy
To that small boy
And thinks every poem
About love and heartbreak
I put on facebook is about her
I wish I could tell her
To wake up
‘Cause we really
Won’t ever get anything started
Yet I can bet
She goes to sleep thinking about me
Wishing I had answered her call
At half past ten
To hear her wish me
A sorry goodnight sleep
She’s dying for me
And I’m for someone else
How fair is life?
Life
He who wants never gets
He who gets never wants
The woman
Who is been married
For as long as a decade
And is still childless
Her stomach begins bulging
Ignoring the abdominal pains
She feels at night
She thinks she’s pregnant finally
Carrying a baby
A doctor’s diagnosis however
Shows she’s pregnant indeed
Not with a baby
Fibroid!
Yet another
Only opens her legs
For a fee
So low to even afford
Her a handbag
Gets pregnant a dozen times
And takes that concoction
Aborting them
Another dozen times
How fair is life?
When you have the best qualification
For that job
But that young lady
Whose qualification
Is nothing to write home about
Gets the job
Simply because
She’s a fine lady
And happens to be the cousin
Of the employer’s old mate
How fair can life be?
How can we be paid
The same monthly salary
Simply because
We have the same first degree?
Anyone listening?
Our respective jobs
Demand differently!
Is life fair?
Can it ever be?
Life is a bitch
I won’t take this back
Not even for a million bucks
Life sucks to the core
But then
Some would argue that
Life really can be wonderful
It somehow depends on how
You make it!
How true can this ever be?
(c) June 2 2011 Owiredu Albert Kofi
I have never ever
Trusted life
To be fair and smooth
You have every right
No
You don’t need guts
To shout that
Life is one hell of a bitch
The fatherless child
Making ends meet
In the hot sun
While his age mates
Are in school
Undergoing a process
Teaching and learning
He returns home at night
To no home at all
Finding shelter
In the stands at
The market place
Yet still another
Retires to a bed
Of comfort and sweet dreams
Having done no work at all
No
This is no feud
Of the poor
Against the rich
But then
Life’s one hell of a bitch
Prove to me otherwise
The single mother
Who is less of everything
A husband
A meaningful job
A home
Yet has three children
Under 5
Each with a father
Unknown
And is pregnant
With a fourth child
No
She’s not promiscuous
She’s a head porter
And like other head porters
Is constantly gang-raped
At that lorry station
She passes the night
Each evening
Imagine
That guy
Who makes all the noise in class
And is never seen going the extra mile
Yet still comes tops of his class
At the end of each academic year
While another
Who always is behind his books
Struggles with those who miss school
Like 3 or more times in a week
As to whom should gracefully
Carry the class to Jordan
Life cannot just be fair
When your application
Is one of the strongest
And you think you easily
Will make the cut
For that college
Yet you do not gain admission
Whatever then went wrong?
I am in love
For like the umpteenth time
This time round
With the girl I met at the mall
We have been quite close
I keep making advances
And always
She shows me the red light
And what a shame that is
Yet she only sees a picture of my cousin
While she looked through my picture gallery
On my laptop
And she’s already asking for his number
How fair can life be?
Think of even my onetime next-door neighbour
Who’s playing sugar mummy
To that small boy
And thinks every poem
About love and heartbreak
I put on facebook is about her
I wish I could tell her
To wake up
‘Cause we really
Won’t ever get anything started
Yet I can bet
She goes to sleep thinking about me
Wishing I had answered her call
At half past ten
To hear her wish me
A sorry goodnight sleep
She’s dying for me
And I’m for someone else
How fair is life?
Life
He who wants never gets
He who gets never wants
The woman
Who is been married
For as long as a decade
And is still childless
Her stomach begins bulging
Ignoring the abdominal pains
She feels at night
She thinks she’s pregnant finally
Carrying a baby
A doctor’s diagnosis however
Shows she’s pregnant indeed
Not with a baby
Fibroid!
Yet another
Only opens her legs
For a fee
So low to even afford
Her a handbag
Gets pregnant a dozen times
And takes that concoction
Aborting them
Another dozen times
How fair is life?
When you have the best qualification
For that job
But that young lady
Whose qualification
Is nothing to write home about
Gets the job
Simply because
She’s a fine lady
And happens to be the cousin
Of the employer’s old mate
How fair can life be?
How can we be paid
The same monthly salary
Simply because
We have the same first degree?
Anyone listening?
Our respective jobs
Demand differently!
Is life fair?
Can it ever be?
Life is a bitch
I won’t take this back
Not even for a million bucks
Life sucks to the core
But then
Some would argue that
Life really can be wonderful
It somehow depends on how
You make it!
How true can this ever be?
(c) June 2 2011 Owiredu Albert Kofi
Sunday, February 6, 2011
My Departed Angel
I remember very well
That September rainy day
When Headie entered our class
That class of kids
No older than seven
And introduced the new student
You
To the class
You were ushered
Into the empty seat next by me
I felt too shy to say hello
But I did anyway
Introducing myself as Quophy
You only smiled back
I guess you were shy too
I must really confess
Your sitting by me
Wasn't as pleasant as
I had expected
I was never at ease
I had difficulty
I couldn't talk
I couldn't even get up
When boys sat
At the back of the class
Misbehaving
Cracking jokes
Teasing one another
And farting
Here and there
I couldn't join them
Not that I was any better
You were the cause
I remember we talked
Less than a dozen times
That academic year
The only times
We really talked
Were during English dialogues
And group discussions we had
I was relieved
When we got promoted
To the next grade
I was free to move now
'Cos I wasn't glued to my seat
My freedom
I was soon to find out
Wouldn't last long
When the teacher
Displeased with the
Class arrangement
Reshuffled the members
Bringing you and I
Back together
It was like my very
Worst of Nightmares
Coming to life
Somehow
We managed
get acquainted to each other
I was no longer shy
And you blushed
No more
Each time we spoke
We became the best of friends
The best of the best
Through grades 4 to 9
We were inseparable
Our mates found it
Rather odd
For a male and female
To be best of pals
Without any romance
Somewhere in between
Somehow they did have a point
'cos I had developed
Some strong feelings for you
Then on our graduation day
From J. High School
i told you I loved you
And I had for quite a long time
I didn't expect you
to say anything back
Maybe I expected you
To end our friendship
I was taken by storm
Suddenly
When you burst into tears
I was hurt that minute
Thinking my words
Had done the obvious
Hurting you
Then like a sinner
Before a priest
you held my hands
How relieved I felt
But I wanted more
More than just holding my hands
Your confessions of love
Words of undying love began
I couldn't believe a word
That you had loved me too
Since the moment
We exchanged our first words
And that you had been waiting
To hear this for ages
We were so much in love
Even though S. High School
We went separate ways
We always kept in touch
Exchanging letters
More than many times
After our final exams
We met almost every night
Walking to the Park
Talking about anything
Sometimes
we let ourselves loose
Kissing
Touching
Cuddling
I made my way
Into a local college
And you had the chance
To join your dad overseas
We kept in touch regardless
'Skyping' regularly
Exchanging letters
And post cards
College was a nice one
And I came out with success
A year after graduation
Like you promised
You flew down to everything
And to me
Well that's what I thought
You had become prettier
And you talked rather less
But you didn't enjoy my company
No more
I was soon to realize
You'd run back overseas
To another man waiting there
Leaving me with nothing
But a long letter
That you are engaged
To your course mate from college
And you were getting married
In early spring
telling me you never meant
To hurt me ever
And that
You loved me truly
At least a final good bye
From you in person
And seeing you
Walk out of my life
Would have been better
I sit and wonder
Why you had to leave
And like
Whitney Houston
I am tempted to ask
Where do broken hearts go?
I wish to call you devil
For you came into my life
Robbed my love
And left me with
Shattered hopes
But like I said to you always
You are my angel
Sadly
This time not my pretty angel
My departed angel.
(c) 2011 Owiredu Albert Kofi
That September rainy day
When Headie entered our class
That class of kids
No older than seven
And introduced the new student
You
To the class
You were ushered
Into the empty seat next by me
I felt too shy to say hello
But I did anyway
Introducing myself as Quophy
You only smiled back
I guess you were shy too
I must really confess
Your sitting by me
Wasn't as pleasant as
I had expected
I was never at ease
I had difficulty
I couldn't talk
I couldn't even get up
When boys sat
At the back of the class
Misbehaving
Cracking jokes
Teasing one another
And farting
Here and there
I couldn't join them
Not that I was any better
You were the cause
I remember we talked
Less than a dozen times
That academic year
The only times
We really talked
Were during English dialogues
And group discussions we had
I was relieved
When we got promoted
To the next grade
I was free to move now
'Cos I wasn't glued to my seat
My freedom
I was soon to find out
Wouldn't last long
When the teacher
Displeased with the
Class arrangement
Reshuffled the members
Bringing you and I
Back together
It was like my very
Worst of Nightmares
Coming to life
Somehow
We managed
get acquainted to each other
I was no longer shy
And you blushed
No more
Each time we spoke
We became the best of friends
The best of the best
Through grades 4 to 9
We were inseparable
Our mates found it
Rather odd
For a male and female
To be best of pals
Without any romance
Somewhere in between
Somehow they did have a point
'cos I had developed
Some strong feelings for you
Then on our graduation day
From J. High School
i told you I loved you
And I had for quite a long time
I didn't expect you
to say anything back
Maybe I expected you
To end our friendship
I was taken by storm
Suddenly
When you burst into tears
I was hurt that minute
Thinking my words
Had done the obvious
Hurting you
Then like a sinner
Before a priest
you held my hands
How relieved I felt
But I wanted more
More than just holding my hands
Your confessions of love
Words of undying love began
I couldn't believe a word
That you had loved me too
Since the moment
We exchanged our first words
And that you had been waiting
To hear this for ages
We were so much in love
Even though S. High School
We went separate ways
We always kept in touch
Exchanging letters
More than many times
After our final exams
We met almost every night
Walking to the Park
Talking about anything
Sometimes
we let ourselves loose
Kissing
Touching
Cuddling
I made my way
Into a local college
And you had the chance
To join your dad overseas
We kept in touch regardless
'Skyping' regularly
Exchanging letters
And post cards
College was a nice one
And I came out with success
A year after graduation
Like you promised
You flew down to everything
And to me
Well that's what I thought
You had become prettier
And you talked rather less
But you didn't enjoy my company
No more
I was soon to realize
You'd run back overseas
To another man waiting there
Leaving me with nothing
But a long letter
That you are engaged
To your course mate from college
And you were getting married
In early spring
telling me you never meant
To hurt me ever
And that
You loved me truly
At least a final good bye
From you in person
And seeing you
Walk out of my life
Would have been better
I sit and wonder
Why you had to leave
And like
Whitney Houston
I am tempted to ask
Where do broken hearts go?
I wish to call you devil
For you came into my life
Robbed my love
And left me with
Shattered hopes
But like I said to you always
You are my angel
Sadly
This time not my pretty angel
My departed angel.
(c) 2011 Owiredu Albert Kofi
Saturday, January 8, 2011
In The still of the night
In the still of the night
And there’s no one in sight
In my mind you’ll forever linger
Even when I die to fill you with kisses
And my arms ache to hold and caress you
Your memories will feel that space
Though I know your presence won’t be felt
Yes my eyes itch to see your beauty
And my body to be felt against yours
I long to smell of you so bad
But distance is acting at its best
Forever I’ll adore you
Always you be my only angel
In my dreams, we’ll continue to love
And in my life, you’ll forever be my other half
(c) 2010 Owiredu Albert Kofi
Those times
Those times
When I had things in haste
Rushing to get done in no time waste
I ended up with lots of wrong
Those times
When I had been so blunt in words
And my lips had moved so sharply
I left a heart bruised
And an emotion stirred
Those times
When I had been so fast in action
But slower in thought
My image I did tarnish
And to many others I gave
The cause to fight
Those times
When I had talked more
And had listened less
I was referred to as a talkative
Because I did say lots of unnecessary things
Those times
When I had been praised flatteringly
And I had believed every bit of that lie
I have come to realize
I was only being stupid and childish
Those times
When I had refused criticisms
And thought myself Man Perfect
Pride was my virtue
Because it had swelled up in my heart
I was only negatively confident
Those times
When I had hated more
And loved less
My heart just grew harder
Harder and solid as stone
Those times
When I had called them
Who encouraged bad acts
And evil doings
Good friends
I was lost and foolish
Because I could really
Really not define friendship
Those times
When I had followed the crowd
And gone the Broadway
Forgetting the many could be wrong
I had only lost my sense of assertiveness
And that time
Which is now
And I wish to make right
All the wrongs I have done
I, now am really
Repentant and wiser.
(c) 2010 Owiredu Albert Kofi
Sonnet: Being Alone
The feeling of being alone
Is one surely of great tone
The longing for a beloved
The desire to hold and kiss one cherished
With an undying flame
Such an emotion is stirred to life
It makes you feel so lame
As if you can’t survive
Yet it won’t kill you
And you won’t lose anything too
It makes so obvious her absence
And you terribly miss her presence
To all your many plans together, you’d have to wait
And play mercy at the hands of fate
Sonnet: An ode to my lady
She’s so pretty
And her face always is beaming
She’s a true beauty
One who’ll send all men dreaming
Her laugh is so sick
And one will want to giggle
As though tickled
At the sound of a voice so sweet, yet not thick
She’s really my angel
One sent directly from above
Her head she holds high like the tower of Babel
And in this battle of life she wants to survive
She’s an epitome of a perfect lady
And I am proud to call her my baby
(c) 2010 Owiredu Albert Kofi
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