Wednesday, September 18, 2013


Nananom kept their music in their paws
Tutugyagu asomfour kept their hearts in their tongue
Mpanyinfuor kept their voice in their value
their value in their voice
the dead chiefs kept their modules in their music
that walks up on us
spinning on the wheels of time travel
dazzling on fine axles
castles are built from the ground up
our pillars are rooted by the hands of ancestry
a formidable culture
that still finds strains in our presence

sun up till sun down
we're fenced in the tradition
of minds pouring out food like kpokpoi at Homowo

we as poets pour libation from our tongue
overspilling the calabash of our minds
in respect
in honour
of ones who were here before us
who tilled the soil with bare feet
softened by echoes of blood drops
and solution of tear spots

we as poets have lived before
through the bones of ones who were here

we can show
by the music that sticks in our paws
the poetry that spills from our jaws



  1. Time and time again is music music music

  2. and then there is this young poet who knows culture and heritage
    who fuses both with music in his work, and its that awesome!