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Best Friend…

I want to fold clothes with you,
I want to make you feel good,
Baby I want to do the right things,
Even if not in the right ways,
Because you’re my 4am prayer,
My 5am workout,
My 6am cup of coffee,
My 11am brunch of fruits and honey,
I want to be connected to thee so when you speak…
…I can feel your heart beat,
Lately it seems you’ve been working too hard to even notice me and I apologize for being late on your birthday that is unusual of a man of my pedigree,
I promise to make it up to you everyday for the rest of our lives from the moment we declare each other as bae,
Go to church with you on Sundays, braid and un-braid your hair,
Youtube your favorite activities because I want to be paired with you like bestfriends do,
Pound and eat fufu from the same asanka as you do and not have a single care in this world,
Travel the world on sea, land or in air and let the world know you’re  my girl,
Be the blue ribbon to tie you down like your pony tail,
Be the blue ribbon to reward your excellence, faith and trust in the process and journey we’re bound to make,
But that’s for a later date come what may,
On a day like this I just want to celebrate your existence, your mold,
Your beauty, from your milk chocolate skin tone,
Your…dreamy eyes to your gracious smile beholds opulence,
Silence me with your elegance,
Intrigue me with your intelligence,
Devour me with your sexiness if just for a moment,
Bless me with your love, forever draw me close to your heart,
and though we are apart I’m wide open to take a shot at your love….


I Am Fine…

I see no clear path,
My faith keeps getting tested,
Father I failed you after my upbringing,
Mother i bit my tongue when you spoke but I failed to listen,
I have life but I ask is this really worth living?
While my friends flaunt and show off their success I stay low key envying and teeth kissing,
Why am I different?
Why can’t I get a decent job?
Why is finding a soul mate really hard?
Why can’t I gain some weight?
Why can’t I lose some more?
I’m staring at my social posts waiting for these likes so I can also feel like a GOAT,
I’m stressed and I’m in pain,
My friends and family look me in the eye but neglect me over and over again,
No one to talk to so I cage my thoughts in a cell with little to no air,
It’s rather pointless adding my frustrations to their already populated space to be fair,
Why should I care about a world that bears grudges with me,
Cuffs me in a state of confusion,
My soul used to be a pond of freshness before I got polluted with all these illusions,
Perhaps it’s not for me,
Maybe I deserve to be in a place of 0 hostility,
A place where I won’t have to worry about he, she, they or them,
A place of calm waters and sweet serenity,
They will never understand my worth till I’m gone,
Good riddance to you dear world, 
Dear universe here I come….


This piece was inspired by recent suicide stories…mental depression and loneliness is real. Let’s do more than sending “hey” texts, call someone today, visit someone you know, you might just save a life. Thank you.




If my cornrows didn’t lie on this trey like Mario,
What if my roses were blue and your violets were red?
What would you do if I told you I’d been out on a couple of rendezvous with a few of those insignificant wannabe you’s but failed to highlight this was at the point where you had me stretched out like the elastic in my BBall shorts and all sorts?

I am no genie and my carpet is immobile,
Italian yes but not Immobile if I may stress,
So what if i confessed that I’m attracted by your intellect but truly in love with the push to start knobs on your chest?
What if I were a graduate with a pass and class rather than your ass of a crass boy with a classless ploy to make you think you deserve a certified player to fidget and control you like a toy?
If I pushed you into the pool to reveal your nude only to find out it was neither bjuku nor juju on the beat, curse that day but bae would you be mad If I asked why all those contours and yet your face looks steep?
If I lied to get in your dross, but at the point of penetration I hesitantly withdraw,
Would that be an L on my score? 

You see I’m asking these questions because you don’t get the fact that I’m stressed with all your suggestions,
Stressed with all your second guessing’s,
Like I can’t tell if you want a future or you want to get past these blessings,
If I left you hanging borderline between forever & always and go to hell,
Would you up and leave considering your emotions tend to fluctuate like ECG?
So what if I also grew impatient and called you basic?
Would you be mad if I said I wish we never had dated?

You’re just sitting here looking unconcerned and unfazed,
Playing with your phone like all this talk is gibberish and you’d rather be at home and I bet the guy you’re texting is probably boning your bestfriend but you’re here with me thinking you’re just flexing,

Struck a nerve didn’t it?

Here I am trying to justify why we should both be singing from the same hymn sheet
but you’d rather do a solo with no acoustics nor beats,
No you’d rather paint a picture of hell with me fanning the flames that you feel like only saints were heels,
What’s the point if all we do is argue and complain with makeup sex covering the same cracks we bust open again and again,
How do we ever heal from this pain?
If what I get for going through lengths and sacrificing lent to make this work is being branded inconsiderate,
Then I guess it’s true what they say,
You should only make yourself a priority,
This love thing is overrated…



Heaven had no meaning until I met you,
Mother nature’s finest specie and I swear it still feels like a dream come true,
I counted my blessings and said a prayer,
Miracles were inevitable, having you was far fetch back then and yet here I stand in confusion of how you are right here,
I sometimes find it hard to comprehend what I have done to deserve you,
You looked beyond my flaws and my twisted virtues,
Looked beyond my demeanor and appreciated my upbringing,
Trust in my goals, regardless of how slow the process will take for us to land that pot of gold,

I am not worthy of this goddess,
Her elegance is far from modest,
Her intellect is at the apex of where my heart and soul seek to procreate a
love that goes further beyond anything I could ever dream for,
I was on my knees this morning, thankful for many things,
Thankful for many persons,
Feeling blessed for many dreams,
Today I choose to celebrate you, more than yesterday or the day
My best friend turned mi amor and if not for anything, my wings of strength,
For what’s at stake, damn right I’ll go through lengths,

I want to braid your hair,
Give you back rubs,
Hand wash, iron, and fold clothes whilst you sit glowingly on that chair,
I want to be your handy man,
Mend and repair all broken pieces, your frustrations between these
Martha Stewart’s bed pieces,
I want to do the right things even if its in the wrong ways
I want to seek continuity and growth as you bear my yokes,
I want you to be my forever lady,

Clear blue waters and white golden sand trapped between our toes as we
cuddle whilst watching the sun go down low in its last dance,
And if I have the chance I’ll wrap you a coloring book with no problems,
The questions about x’es and finding y’s let me the one to solve them,
To say these things and yet be unresponsive and careless is an indictment
to us,
The horns have been honked, my sweet lady, hold my hand,
All I ask is for your unwavering trust…

Here Before…

How deep is your love,
How deep…is your…love?
I need to really know because we are living in a world full of kwasia’s, aboa’s
and 0twea’s who can’t restrain themselves from trying to “off pants”
in the name of bants,
If this love you say you feel for me surpasses anything you ever felt before
then why do I always hear it whenever you demand for material possessions?
Last week it was the Jimmy Choos,
The week before it was the Balenciaga’s,
You are gassing me up and it’s a big spot of a bother,

What are you going to ask today?
a Valentines Day upgrade of your Yves Saint Lauren’s to Balmain?
Alright I’ll admit I need to spend on you,
But if we are going to go through this phase love there better be food
on this plate whether I come home early or late,
That body better be positioned for my ammunition and I am not kidding
when I say “I will teach you lessons your body and soul will never be able
to brave”

You say it’s controlling, you think?
Just wait for the toss of that kitchen sink…

Name one time I did you wrong?
Name one time I did not find it in me to write you a song?
Especially on days when your jollof tasted better than that night market
That jollof tasted better when i tossed the salad against the frivolous weather,

Agenda twins for twins is still on my mind,
He makes things all beautiful in His time,
Ok fine..I get it, you aren’t ready yet but as we draw and withdraw the dross,
insert, incline, intersect, intertwine, recline our spines beyond feasible but
spiritual lines,
Just know it’s only a matter of time before I Russell you with a double double
in overtime,

You laughed, I swear your smile is perfect,
I wish I wasn’t this nervous,
Maybe it’s because you were there during the losses more than the wins,
The lost rib from my loins, you were there from the onset when all we counted
were coins,
I will forever cherish the day you told me “my best friend is this reason I live till
date” and long may I reign as the King of your hearts with an Ace of blessing rather
than a curse of Spade,
It’s like we have been here before, over and over again,
From foul mouths to turkey jibes, like broken glasses our tongues have cut through
the sole of our soul almost as if our pain threshold is addicted to its module,

I can’t say I don’t enjoy it,
You can’t neither,
We deliberately bruise each other’s ego till we penetrate more holes than what is
required of me to score “relationship and family goals”,
I just want to wake up every day laying right next to the person who will challenge
me all the way,
Pick me up from my faults, help me bear my cross,
Be bonded adhesively during my losses and not only through my net and gross
I want to profit from this investment I went in with a piece of sheet, my thoughts
and a pen,
That same part where irrespective of shortcomings and upbringings,
Love always win…

Last Word….2016 

It’s been an incredible year,
A year full of ooos and aahs, glories and failures,
Joy and grief,
Birth and eternal sleeps,
Yet I stand here,
In spite of me going the extra mile, not accomplishing my goals, being distracted by friends who’d later turn into foes,
I suppose it’s a miracle my soul is intact,
In my reflection of the past 12 months I realize I screwed up more than I grew up,
Underestimated the power to realistically achieve whatever I perceived,
Que sera sera but I could have done a lot more,
I could have opened and shut a lot more doors,
Could have retained and obtained the love I had for the gift, people and path of life I walk on,
However in all things I give thanks, it’s time to walk on,

Next year I want to do it all,
I want to think it all, achieve more and use my losses as stepping stones to stand taller and tougher than the Great Wall,
I want to love like no other, 
Touch and feel the mind, body and soul of whoever I sync with without focusing on tallying up the body count,
Real goals, the ones that win you trophies rather than just points,
I want God to hold steady this yacht full of positivity and ideas,
Strengthen my faith and allay all fears,
Bless the fruits of my labor and refine my blood sweat and tears,
Next year I want to move up a gear without having to worry about what’s in my rear view mirror,
With hard work and dedication, with patience but no hesitation, 
With prayers and much faith,
Lord elevate us out of this concrete as roses to be GREAT!


From the genesis, Adam and Eve were conceived with innocence,
Wisdom laid but not hatched, the basics were there yet that one alonte would not be spared of its curious nature,
Cut from different cloths we are individually unique,
Not just in physique but in mind and soul,
Paths generated by our instincts, values and goals,
You set the pace and the tone for how high you aspire to reach or how low you dig beneath your feet,
Kweku flies a Boeing for a living, Kofi is a drug peddling kingpin,
The aim is to win at life regardless of the hustle so ask yourself what choices have you made to put food on your plate?

They say life is about choices,
You rule the world with your thumb,
Misguided priorities has led us to believe that the world is a facebook where we rule the world based on hashtag lit flame emoji, flame emoji, flame emoji,
So deep with the shallow thinking theories,
Roll the dice and the chances are you will hit an even score but what’s more important?Advancing in this monopoly game of life or falling off this ladder because you were dithered in your steps by snakes disguised as friends?
Young man you were raised to be the head of your clan,
The protector of your breed, the proverbial breadwinner not the agege bread winner,
Failure is not an option but it will test your resolve a couple of times and when it does you need to show your metal,
You can not iron out your flaws, you can not photoshop nor Corel Draw undo mishaps but you can evolve,
Cut your losses but first your cloth according to your size and only then will your life fit in symmetry with your purpose,
Young woman you may be a descendant of Eve but that was generations ago,
What is more important is you let that flower inside you blossom to its full aura,
Let that light glow,
Not just the one upstairs but the one that separates you from the crowd-pleasers and the superficial hers,
Be the heroine that you desire to be and you may be inspired by pink prints and beyhives but b, be an authentic version that supersedes your wildest dreams,
Life is what you make it,
So when you make your own bed do not expect Kojo B3gye wo girl or Adjoa bie gya to change the sheets after your binge of atopa,
It’s making sense now you see,
That STD that followed after you replied that DM,
That goal you were sure the rubber had in control in between the posts,
That one Sunday morning you woke up robbed after 8PM,
Was a result of your negligence and suddenly you would rather your existence transformed into ghost,
Less is more but when you had options you choked and acted on the most,
Nullified advices and added on vices,
The thrills, the spills, ills and now you are in crisis,

And I would love to judge you just to spite you in wake of your tardiness but who am I better still whose life is it?

Which way to go?

Caged In…

I could have been a different soul,
I could have been in a different sole,
But why would I wear a size F cos loving you involves contravening my demeanor at best?Fascinated by the wild life, bound to a toxic relationship you claim is refined like a 1973 chardonnay,
A bitter taste I guess but none compared to what breathless feel this Cabernet Sauvignon can you give though?
I’m not here to Judge Judy you,
Judge Brown you out to public scrutiny,
I’m not here to Judge Binder you for your last penny,
You were once a strong woman,
The woman I used to know would bite back and bark at the gates against soul snatchers who posed as tenants of your love abode,
You would rather bark feebly and in fear against your tenants because you’re intoxicated with threats and faux pas ideas,
Take one good look at yourself,
Your freedom is priceless but your happiness is your wealth,
Spending days locked in a cell full of pains and flashbacks, rain soaked cheeks and heart attacks,
Maniacs emotionless with no care in the world because fuck boys are us who treat women like queens and the greatest trophy since the days of sippy cups,
I beg to differ when you say “I am not worthy of your love”,
It’s the simple things beyond the glam and the bling, beyond the whips and ca-ching, beyond the late night texts, the vociferous, wood breaking, body sparring sex, beyond the usual context, me loving you is simply a blessing that can not be easily put in an imaginable perspective,

How often do you get to be praised in all manner of ways,
The kind that reflects a goddess who was simply born and bred to reign,
The kind you envision your beautiful kids looking up and following according to,
The kind you know deeply in your heart bodes and speaks well of you,
A diamond in the rough or a rose to grow out of a concrete,
Either ways living in denial is not a one way escape to fort “I’m fine” when your path is flooded with you are not okay,
Love you are not a slave,
You deserve a safe boot and and upgrade…



Love you without a safety belt,
With no brake pads,
No airbags, loving you is synonymous to death but you’re the greatest feeling I could ever have,

The chassis of my soul requires no pass certification I’m ready to let go…
…of all inhibitions that seems to have my mind tripping,
Let these words bounce off the prism of your soul, my heart speaks to you in a form of rainbow,
I’m bolting for your love like Usain raining down in glory at Rio,
Racing in a Rio but I’m pretty sure my engine is German made,
I’m a little faded pardon my naivety my belle dame, 
Butterflies and bees, you’re a little perturbed with this feel good vibes I see,

I don’t mean to cause you displeasure,
I’m neither the perfect specimen, nor a priceless gift to treasure so I should know better than to unconsciously amp you with pressure,
However, on my forehead says “Never”,
My heart is etched with “forever” so in principle I will never quit till our stars are aligned together like the constellations in the sky forever,

You define me in languages I could never imagine,
Melanin has never looked nor sounded this  beautiful in French, English, German and Latin, 
I love your passion,
Your desires, your dreams and your will to continue; even when life tries to have you fold, you break even, one of the many reasons you have me beaming,

I want to hug you for days, 
Stare in your eyes in a non diminishing glaze,  and show you how in so many ways loving you has reignited me as a person, but revitalized my quest for perfection,
Indeed you are a blessing,
Can’t think God enough, 
In a time when I was stressing,
You were sent here as my my calming influence, to you I owe all of my affection,

I’m in a safe haven, I’m ready to take that leap of faith and…who better to be with than you…my feng shui, my muse, my beautiful….


Gold Coast 2.0…

Dine with me as we dig in on the state of the country,The flag and land we uphold so dearly is being checked out of the relevance cart,
Redundant and fickle minded politicians politicking with resources and of course your president keeps bleeping horse…

SHIT! Just remembered my genset is out of fuel,

Time of this piece is currently 8:15pm,
Dumsor rears it’s unfazed non arsed self again,
Astronomical inflation means Nana Pobee needs to flip a coin to choose between candles and darkness for fucks sake,
Life’s not fair even from a bleached out perspective,

The Gold Coast as we know it has become a broken vessel,
Rid of its navigation and coordinates by a crew that have their priorities misplaced,
We used to be a nation full of greats,
GREAT standing for Galvanizing Revolutionary Enigmatic Astounding Teachers,
Teachers not dictators,
Teachers not dick takers,
From probability to debt,
From green to red,
Yet we have nonce’s ruling us according to 12inch measurement sticks rather than sticking to the scripts,
Ruling us with their genitalia rather than their medula oblongata,

A sad instance of a father birthing a gem that grew into a bastard in the end,
What we have become only makes sense in the “had i known” tense,
Had I known to have picked my thumb out of my ass rather than depend on incorrigible men,
Had I known that taking bribes across borders would only rubber-stamp my tenure as a morgue of corruptible ties,

Why lie before men of your faith in the Most High,
Before men who rule by the thumb and not by the pen?
Before men who irrespective of the fact that the cedi can not appreciate the pound, dollar, euro or the yen, wake up early hours daily to tie up loose ends,

We need more than a savior,
More than elephants beneath multi colored umbrellas,
More than chickens to avoid these fouls,
We need a plan, we need unity, we need seeds of wisdom to grow on this land plough thoroughly,
A reason to still believe in the remedy the GREAT Nkrumah developed without the laws and principles of chemistry,

We long for redefined memories, refined history, we demand a Gold Coast 2.0 by any means necessary…