Friday, September 19, 2014


We the sons mooning the motivation mansion,
Our brave voices soar
When night echoes in the mud walls of destiny,

Our songs echo horizontally through ear tunnels

We the daughters dueling in beauty of dark reason
Carving the aroma of music with our conscience,
The brilliance of our resistance-

Warm like sunlight footsteps

The re(love)ution is seen dotted in our eyes -
Pupils of life, 

Guarding justice where the fence makers are jaundiced
Words as agile as soul
Peace signs are anchors
No violence, but no silence

We the children sunning the seasoned shores

Our brave voices soar
Our songs echo on

(Tribute to #Ferguson ..Above is the poetry procession performance curated by Inkfluent for Chale Wote Festival 2014 #Ghana ..Photo credits - Cecile Johanet)

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Dear Onukpa

Dear Onukpa,

Wherever a facet
Of the blade of liberation struggle
Stuck out in the mud of grief,
Wherever the marrows of the souls
Kept down echoed a plead for relief,
However brief-

However long,
Dirges with choruses of daisy-dyed verses
Intercepted at the dock of slaved throats,
Whichever non-constructive contradictions-
Contraceptives choking candid consciences
Conceptualized to con consistently
Keeping craniums of hope cracked cold

Whenever, we find us
Trailing the doctrines of thawed bones
Aside jaws clobbered close by weight of uncooked constitutions
In a silent moist war, babysat over economies
Lulled with lullabies of liquid currencies

Wherever we lost belief in our own,
Mundane with moldy motivation
Rapture-ing spirit of our matured monologues

Whomever will read our lips,
We reach out again in the span of our youth
We carve our revolution
From the discarded wood of history,

All best,
Wo mmofra

(c) KW 16.09.2014