I was admiring nature’s beauty During a sojourn on a recliner Under an olive tree On which a dove perched I lurched And lied as a mannequin For a proper view Praying for an everlasting company From this beautiful companion With a snowy covering Yet a warm heart And cute nails A delicate specimen
If I had wings I would fly to my lover Lift her away from the noise And land ourselves in peace Hidden from grapevines Away from expensive preachers And blood thirsty ministers Of a dry state Our dead state We would be far From the privileged Begging please men Who arrest our freedom Of expression And movement If we do not line their pockets For them
Oh if I had wings My dear dove Give me your wings To escape With the joy Of my life To a quiet abode Upon a wealthy patch We would never lack Tranquility and health But trouble and fear We would roll On the beach Naked to ourselves Clothes hide The human in us Knowledge of ourselves Is the strength Of our faith and trust In each other
As my beautiful companion took flight I imagined her going To my lover To return her to me Or give her my message Of death here And a rebirth there There remains undisclosed
Usually when I send my mind on errands It goes afar Forgets its errand And returns with negative results Like a roll of used film I try to make it better But editing applications Alter the looks only but not the lives in the photo So I remain anxious To see a change of results with my eyes And forget that of my mind
When I send my heart in search of love It finds love And when love comes It reveals myself to my lover So she may know who she’s loving I let my heart guide me in showing love I climb the highest of heights to show it But I show too much So my lover leaves me For she can’t reciprocate All I’ve shown I get hurt not only by love But by the blizzard I’ve been left in My hearts discovery saddens me But I must continue this journey in the wild With it
When I allow my feet to take me anywhere It takes me to various scenes Where I hear various voices With various messages Which do I let my ear take Which do I let my ear strike out The ones that hurt Or the ones that satisfy I’ll take the pain For at a certain time It will heal
Now which do I neglect My mind My heart Or My feet But each brings a new lesson And each must be learnt So I’ll be more careful Than before To feel no pain
I locked myself at the car park weeping. I could feel my heart escaping from my body. The more the wailing, the longer the flow of tears. A waterfall swallowed by my mouth. So salty. I couldn’t blow my noise because I was tired. Tired of everything. Tired of my job, my family, my friends and of course, my lover! What else would a woman cry over? The same old story everyday; I said to myself. Hitting the steering wheel so hard the horn scared a little girl walking with her mum. It was 1:40Am at The Mövenpick Hotel. What were they doing there at this time. None of my business I guess. I knew it was him I saw with the lady in the white dress. He held her hand like a man consoling his lover. It couldn’t have been an office colleague. Hell no! All the girls I saw weren’t this pretty. No offence. It’s a fact Yaw and I agreed on. I couldn’t leave; my tyres were glued to the tarmac. All of a sudden I got paranoid. Imagining scenes of Yaw pounding this girl. She looked so attractive, another girl would fall in love with her. Her soft, dark shiny hair flowing to her buttocks, her complexion; dark and smooth. She looked like a supermodel not just a model. Like them Naomi Campbell type models. Oh well, I’m not bad myself but she’s a ten! I entered the One2One bar to meet an old colleague from Achimota; my alma mater; Kwasi Antwi. Lucky I was there 2 hours before the agreed time. No! I was unlucky. If I had arrived 30minutes late for the meet up, I doubt I would have seen such a sight. Why am I such a punctual Ghanaian girl? As soon as I set foot there, there was Yaw with this other lady sitting before me. I knew it was him. He was wearing the shirt I got him for Christmas. Yes, the blue Polo by Ralph Lauren. An original, not the one with the insignia of the jockey falling off the horse. Why would he wear that to meet a lady other than me? At this time of the day too! On the night before my birthday! I was furious but I wanted to see more. Aware that I was unnoticed, I left quickly and locked myself in the car to wait till he came out with her. I got nothing. Both had not left. Ah! I was mad now. So he was really sleeping with her! At 4:30am my phone’s message tone woke me up. I got scared, thinking I missed something. His car was now in sight. Hallelujah! It was too dark to see it then. A black Mercedes Benz Kompressor AMG. I sighed a sigh of relief and kept watch. All of a sudden, I heard my tone again. It was a WhatsApp message from Yaw.
“Hi Akosua darling, Happy Birthday. I’m still waiting for you at Mövenpick Hotel. Sorry for trying to get you to come under the guise of Kwasi Antwi. Thought you’d be here at the agreed time. No problem I’m guessing something held you up at work. Guess who I met at the bar. It was Mansa Addison from Motown. Remember her? She’s lost all the weight dear. She looks stunning now. She approached me as I sat there waiting. She saw our wedding photos on Facebook so she was sure it was me. According to her she’s going through a break up from a 5year relationship. It’s so sad. I had to keep her company and console her as I waited for you. She gave me her card to give to you. I miss you dear. Please come and let’s take a day off here to celebrate your day. Call me immediately you park at the parking area. Can’t wait to see you
.😘” Shit! I exclaimed. I got mad at myself now. Then, another message from Yaw.
“Odo, please wear the black lingerie I got you for Christmas. My favourite! 😍 See you soon.💏”
Last year, whilst the rest of West Africa was hit with the deadly virus, Ebola, Accra, the capital city of the Ghana, the gateway to Africa, was hit by a cholera outbreak. It is inexcusable that in the 21st Century, any modern city such as Accra should face such an outbreak. Lives were lost and people got sick for days and had to be away from work. And in some cases, were admitted at the hospital for days.
In response to this outbreak, the government came up with an initiative, a propaganda reaction to the problem, like everything else. On 1 November, the government declared the first Saturday of every month as a National Sanitation Day. A sanitation day? How does that solve a cholera outbreak? So apparently, on this so called National Sanitation Day, all Ghanaians must get involved in cleaning their surroundings.