UGLY SOUL

I was told to take the moral high road

But it’s kind of difficult with this addiction to the immoral high grade

From fighting with dad to giving mother an abnormal migraine

Brilliant as a child but with time they began to abhor all my grades

A middle child without love so inside I bore all my pains

Though I went to school innocent

I left with a questionable degree and an addiction to nicotine

If there was a hole I wanted; the aim was to put my penis in it

A young boy only concerned with given girls my shots like penicillin

And though it felt wrong I had no intention of fixing it

A liar who made you think that I care

But being around me could be your greatest nightmare

But with age comes regret

Wishing I could change the minds of people who say "That boy I detest"

But I never want to be liked by my request

So truth be told I owe no one an apology

My past was a phase in life’s chronology

I came into life alone accompanied by nobody

Trying to love me, my family and life but it’s no orgy

The other me should never come out because it’s so ugly

FALLING

Maybe I love you maybe I don't

Maybe I'll have you maybe I won't

Uncertainties nullified by the certainty that I'm hypnotized by you certainly

Certain things you do settle in me and if knowing you was studied I'd be serving degrees

I'm falling for u like the 10 month old baby falls, struggling with new steps

Falling like the Berlin wall

I fall when you pull your hair back, hold it in a knot as u admire Labadi from the taxi back seat and when your roaming mind drags you back to reality u turn to me and smile,

Right there

That point, that's where I fall.

I'm falling with the graceful swagger of a withered leaf in autumn

Falling like long awaited raindrops on barren land

I'm falling for the pressed lips, the twitching eyebrow, the face you make when you are mad

I'm falling.

I'm falling like the World Trade Center but instead, the sorrows of the falling souls have been transcended into an emotion a lot like love.

I'm falling embarrassingly like the singer at a concert, like the chief from his palanquin like a Volta man after Akpeteshie.

The other day I fell when I watched you explore the delicate depths of sleep with a wry grin on your face every time I planted a gentle kiss on your cheek

Like a farmer's corn seed, I fell, and it hurts; falling hurts

I've tried to fall gradually with maturity and time

Like the hairs on the scalp of a man going bald, but the rapidity with which I fall as strands of hair becomes more resemblant of cancer than natural ageing.

The soles to my soul must be slippery because I fall some more just by your warm embrace

There's a civil war between my heart and my brain

The brain has taken the position of a rebel now my heart governs hence the mind might lose

They tell you I'm bad for you, you listen to no one; I fall.

Falling like my jaw was the point of contact with a young Azumah Nelson's fist

Falling like bread crumbs from my bite of the burnt toast at breakfast

When we lie together at night and u fidget and struggle just to get your back to lock perfectly with my chest I fall

Fall like the face of a fat kid to the words ‘no cake’

Ironically you've never made me "trip" but I fall.

I'm falling

This feeling is foreign

My mind was clouded like the period before-rain

Don't want to get over excited so I just manage a small-grin

I’m soaring.

MUSICK

I've heard about you and the army of men whose heart you rule.

A Napoleon conquering army of lovers and boyfriends

The rumor is that you almost fell into love with Beethoven, but couldn't resist an affair with Bob Marley and Frank Sinatra.

I hear there are also those who live with the illusion that they share a bed with you.

Untalented morons, impotent between the thighs of music

Obviously you would be most fond of Elvis and Michael the manner in which they twisted and turned to the pleasure of your rhythm.

I will tell u this though

On the mike, I'm not mike

I'm not backsliding I'm walking to your light.

Predictably though, and in accordance with the man I am.

I must stake my claim to your heart

My studio is not covered in gold, instruments not molded from silver

Neither do I have diamonds encrusted in my microphone.

All I have to offer is raw truth, sharper than the pen of any journalist

A truth so powerful inception in the devil's brain would adjourn malice

Ignore the ironic advances of men in decline

Because at the time they pondered on fusing their sperm with ovaries

My sperm had fastened seatbelts on a Rocket headed for space.

MISSION: Fertilize the sun.

I believe you belong to me

I have more right to you than I do my thoughts

U belong to beauty, beauty in the company of grace captured and chained you in her dungeon.

My imagination paints pure pictures of her perception of your perfection.

You, must be a woman

A BLACK Asantewaa, BLUE with loneliness, GREEN horn to blood RED love, lost in life's GREY tunnel

I stand at the end of this tunnel wishing my name translates to WHITE light.

I'm angry with emotion

Violently in love

Stab! Kill! Poison! Shoot! Maim!

Until you say my name

What burns inside is not a mere fire

It’s an atomic bomb in hell

You dey fit shake ma soul

Ento me fom me sre wo.

I tried slashing my wrists, blood would not flow

I'm not super human I'm simply mutated by the desire to own your heart.

So your ex man is something this mutant does not want to become.

You've made a TODDLER of my brain your sensuality has me DEFILED

Keep MOLESTING my mind

Only a fool would complain.

What I feel for you is hardcore

The meeting between the protons and neutrons in the atomic core of hardness

I will not be bashful; I'm bold in how I feel.

Mortal women,

Past disappointments, brushed off, I'm cold in how I heal.

But the wound of your rejection would be fatal

Something like being on life support in heaven

Spare me.

I'd rather you loved me till I died, woke up in heaven with a headache.

Hung over after a lifetime of being drunk on your love

My song is a raging scream from the strained depths of my larynx,

I sound no different from a soon to be mother in labor,

Only exception is my vocal womb bears triplets.

Silence me with birth.

I'm at the point where the mere sensation of making love to you does not satisfy me,

I want us to make babies

So when I speak my words freely and take away the (w)rap, it’s my way of not using protection,

My creative juices must flow within you.

I ended things with Vanity she only made me Beauty fool

Beauty fooled me in that she made me believe that she existed only through my eyes.

But my eyes would be unworthy beholders if they were laid upon your flesh.

I felt your beauty when you touched my heart

Attacked my emotions and revealed the potency you posses that could potentially poison my doubts, Kill all my negative thoughts with no chance of a wake keeping.

But if it was my death for your continuity, no sooner would I smash my head on a pavement just so you could have CONCRETE evidence of my devotion

Please though,

Just like Mama Adjele sells delicious waakye right beside that filthy gutter

Do not make your purity a poison

Forget about everyone else,

Judging from their diction there's no competition

What they do is equivalent to applying LIPSTICK to a MATRIX,

They just MAKE UP the numbers

I'm standing still, waiting for your affection and though I've heard the devil finds work for idle hands,

The ideal of these hands exceed the threshold of mere temptation.

YOU are my muse

Do not leave me Muse Sick.

DIS GHANA BUAY

U den dis Ghana boy go bathe in the waters of Elmina

No Lux, no Rexona just Alata Samina

Dis Ghana boy no go quote you Shakespeare

Dis Ghana boy go give u som Kofi Anyidoho make your manual mind go to fifth gear

If this Ghana boy dey control your midfield nobody go fit go through, Essien

Dis Ghana boy no go play you Hip Hop and R & B, cos I go through plenty ena mate dede

Dis Ghana boy go sway u in his analogy, Kojo Antwi and Amakye Dede

Wey if this Ghana boy wan live up to in nickname Obumpa

Dis Ghana boy go slip in som Lumba

Dis Ghana boy no go dey plus you for the backseat of the taxi.

Nor, you den dis Ghana boy go wey troski.

Wey if you no dey like you go fit walk trost me.

See this Ghana boy no go pamper you.

Ba u mess plus this Ghana boy in girl e go hammer you.

Dis Ghana boy go fit tell u say fock off.

You see nor den we de do the tin for the shower inside yeah tog love.

See dis Ghana boy no go take u go restaurant.

Naa e go take you go som chop bar make you go test your hands

And just like sey Bruce Lee fought the Kung Fu

E be so knor u den am go cot the fufu.

Baby say no to expensive boutiques

Kantamanto all sizes shapes and physiques

Dis Ghana boy neva go try to impress

Cos e get beautiful heritage with no time to repress.

Dis Ghana boy no go shy for the Facebook stage top

In fact dis Ghana boy time som girl, wey e dey hope sey in words de touch am,

So sey if dem crosh ie den am go take off (clothes)

See dis Ghana boy no be romantic.

Ba a swear u go lov this Ghana boy after in room antics.

And dis Ghana boy can speak English in the queens diction.

But naa dis Ghana boy go prefer to speak pidgin.

Dis Ghana boy no be gangsta

Cos dis Ghana boy nor sey violence no be the answer

Dis Ghana boy probably dey bore you plus in lines stanza after stanza

Or e dey make your mind de crash, yea driver banza

Dis Ghana boy go fit make you turn ur lights down low

Make you no call dis Ghana boy eazy ba e go make you bend down low

Dis Ghana boy go stroke your thighs

Kiss you on the neck look you in your eyes

Wey you go fit be the inventor of sarcasm

Ba you no go fit fake this Ghana boy in orgasm

Multiple spasms

Toes sticking out, twisted fingers

Reaction of your body to this feeling that lingers

Body trembling, earthquake resembling, like being exorcised of demons in the temple

And as you dey lie there breathing heavy, tired and sweaty

You go close your eyes shake your head then whisper . . . . . . . THIS GHANA BUAY

HARDCORE

Didn't you hear? You’re hardcore!

When you hit the streets they call u white cell

Because your soldiers' strength forms half of this blood war

You hesitate to be thrown into parenthood when you’re told your seeds have taken root

But you don't hesitate to click and shoot or spill enough blood to make a pagan soup!

Of course you’re hardcore!

You took the youth out of school gave them guns gave them food

Made them hard and made them rude,

But you may have forgotten to interlude that the contract you offer includes a coffin,

You sold mothers crack when they were bearing offspring

You aid the white man in suppressing your kin, giving them a substitute when it was just KFC or morning cornflakes

Infecting your community with addiction and making it your sprawling office.

If they fear you they don't near u so begun spawning conflict.

Oh you’re so hardcore!

You feed off the violence,

Find peace from the sirens

Your raw material are the eyelids that close when they're dying or the sad tone of the violins

From the death toll that was rising.

Death is your resource!

You tried and captured the feeble minds

Showed them a sad happiness the needle finds

And turned families upside down, your evil blinds!

Damn!! You’re hardcore!

You vow to never get high on your own supply but supply in high supplement to supple brains a supposedly subversive plan to support a high demand for this superficial superhuman feeling that supersedes any other.

Superlatives have run out for how hardcore you are.

You rate yourself on hardness by the months spent in cells,

Took the cages built for the "dogs" made them your long term hotels.

Keep God at bay, apparently you’re allergic

Ironically the first name on your lips at your blurred sight of the paramedic

Yet you beat your chest gorilla style calling yourself hardcore,

You’re not… You’re Pathetic!!

CHILD OF AMBITION

The ambitious guy dreams of success
In his sleep Oprah Winfrey serves his coffee and bill gates polishes his shoes
His wet dreams do not occur with mere mortals
No his brothel is filled with Greek goddesses
To him Beyonce and Shakira sell ice water
Nadia Buari and Jackie Appiah look like men.

Ambitious man

The ambitious man awakens before the cocks Adam’s apple is able to shake off sleep

His mind tuned like an old man’s radio to one station SUCCESS 100.0FM

He is on his grind.

The ambitious man does not care if its breakfast at Golden Tulip or Sister Mariama who doesn't wash her hands

Gari and beans the closest food does the greatest good

For now his tongue is numb to taste all he needs is energy

There are days when the ambitious man is color blind when it comes to fashion

His ability to read is diminished anything goes even if it’s Gucci or Egushie, Fila or Gbela;

Just cover up the essentials and he's cool.

The ambitious man may be from a extremely well to do family

But will not hesitate to board that trotro when all other options don't seem viable

So forget u asking if he doesn't have class.

Your so called class is what he is fighting to get out of

Your class is his poverty.

Ambitious man does not read to find out how the valiant knight's weathered palms rubbed against the princess’s body with responsive gasps from her soft lips

No! The ambitious man reads about Wall Street

The ambitious man reads the art of war, Ben Carson, Malcolm X

The ambitious man calls these works of literary maturity H2O

Yes, they water his seedling of a mind.

The ambitious man likes the women but he loves the money

Plus he is aware looks don't last, money maintains the grasp.

Ambitious man

The ambitious man is the early bird but that bird is an eagle and he isn't looking to catch any worms

He is looking for the king of the snakes, forget all these phonies

He has bigger fish to fry but to him even the whale is 'one-man-thousand' anchovies.

The ambitious man drinks palm wine from the calabash and sips Moet from the high quality glass

He is in touch with both worlds studied their relativity and mechanisms; that's an ambitious man.

The height the ambitious man aspires to reach does not exist in the three dimensional world

If you reached for the stars he reaches for heaven’s TV pole (and no they don't catch metro try hell)

The ambitious man isolates himself when necessary and mingles with the crowd when the need arises

But he stays true to himself and his goal,

Never dissolved in the soup of society; he is not salt.

He is not salt my friend he is not salt

He is pure rock, a hardness that can only be determined by the serial Okpo and lizard killers

Deadly young boys armed with catapults

A gift for finding hard stone and a birds neck to connect the stones with

And when on their sniper duty, one of these stones misses one grateful Okpo (who from then on may start disguising himself as a butterfly) and follows a direct or indirect path to your forehead you will come to terms with exactly how ambitious this man is.

The pain becomes the orator.

Ambitious man has the master plan

The ambitious man is ruthless and destroys the master's plan!

He must break out; He is like the pimple that pops up as a result of stress on the system.

He must be seen he must make his mark.

The ambitious man doesn’t see you

He has exchanged the pulpit for profit, the crosses for cockpits

His idea of failure is some people’s dreams.

The ambitious boy was born 9months after Ambition raped determination so who are you to step up to him?

You are a mere mortal

He is the child of a god.