Naa Takia presents a thought-provoking piece about life, recounting, philosophically, how we sometimes allow distractions to hold us back while "our dreams are living away".

TO LIVE BOUNTIFULLY

It is almost treacherous that we would walk this path

Living life by its distractions

Clasping our sorrows within the palms of our heart

But whiles we are dying our dreams are living away

Unperturbed by the ripples that torment aface

There is a depth of sorrow that climbs us

Resounding truth down the hearer’s drum

and gathering moss along her bitter walls

Still there is light boring through us

The kind that pierces a river’s lucent heart

and sets upon her the soul’s pathway

Here we shall receive our tire’s rest

and live owing to ourselves to die trying

So that when the haze finally clears

and dew softens our earth

We shall search no more

For that which is already found

NAA TAKIA

Born Ghanaian; I never really wrote anything until age 14 when I had begun to write a few short stories. Before then, reading for me was mostly on billboards and the few books I got from my friends in school, but my interest in novels would peak really fast.

The first poem I wrote was ‘morally wrong’. I still cannot bring myself to recollect the erotic words of ‘Climax’. But that was what broke the ice for me. I quickly found my voice in another way—poetry. And this is what I love to write now.