This week we introduce Evans Owusu Kissi and Afia Amoaa Oppong-Kwakyefia Afia, two budding poets with a gifted with words and ideas.
Enjoy.
WATCHING - Evans Owusu Kissi
We have seen,
We do see
And we always see.
The way you do your things
As if we care not
But we watch you
The kind of words that escape from your mouth's prison
The rate at which they escape
We have taken note for they mean a lot.
Your temperament:
How you react to things
Big or little,
We are watching
You may think it's none of our business
But we are the very people who'll recommend you to others.
What we say about you really matters.
So bear in mind that
We have seen,
We do see and we always see.
© Abotreh
I AM COMING HOME - Afia Amoaa Oppong-Kwakyefia Afi
I struggled my heart out
I struggled with them so much so that,
They thought I was some fierce beast
I never for once forgot who I am
Though a woman,
I showed them I am not just any woman
I am a black woman
I am coming home mother
I will come
The power of their weapon weakened me
That weapon so powerful it threatened my life
In a long endless queue,
They marched us to the coast
With our arms and feet smeared in chains
Strong black men and women in chains
I wondered how they got my strong black man
I am coming home mother
I will come
In the darkness of that huge water box far away from home,
They squeezed us up like how Maame Mansa arrange fresh fish for smoking
We could do nothing but sing
Sing of our land
Sing of our home
Do not shed a tear mother,
I am coming home mother
I will come
In the yard of the ship under the scorching sun,
They strike our wounds
The very wounds they gave us
The carcass of our kinsmen fed the beasts of the ocean
Their souls hover to no where
Mother I am coming home
I will come
On their strange land have we suffered
We have made their cities
Now with our feeble hands and our tired legs,
We wait for the next phase
Mother I could not come home
I cannot come
Alas mother
Let not your weary soul tremble
I am far far far away from home though
But I will come home
I am coming
I will surely come home
But not in my form
The fruit I harboured in my uterus when my strong black man knew me
That is your blood mother,
As strong as the race she is part of
I gave her the name you cherish so much mother
I never forgot to imbibe in her our traditions and culture
I am coming home mother
I will come
Doreen Oppong-kwakye writes as Afia Amoaa Oppong-kwakye.
She studied journalism at Jayee University College.
She has performed at various arts festivals incuding the National Arts Day and Ghana Culture Forum
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