Look at me, gorgeously rich
The Gold around my waist
The diamonds on my ankle
Beautifully dressed in my Kente
With a stunning staff from healthy timber
I was the envy of my brothers and sisters
A shining black star
Until the merchants from the west arrived
Their greedy eyes had not seen splendour like me ever
They devoured me
Taking away with them my wealth
My children, they chained and packed into boxes
We had to fight
And yes we did fight!
Blood was the price
We gained control
But my children forgot my pain too soon
Beseeching green papers
They still salute the merchants of the west
They see no good in their mother-land
Queuing just to fly in metals to the west
Fighting each other for supremacy
But we are one people
My shine is waning
By my children’s activities
My clothe has been perforated hence I need cover
So I cry to my children
To swathe a mothers nudity
To preserve her dignity
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Ghana, a Tourist’s Destination
From the Hills and Plains of Shai
To the Ranges of Akuapim
The Rocks of Damongo
The Peak of Afadjato
A must accomplish
The Savannah of Mole
The Canopies of Kakum
The Falls of Wli and Boti
The Waters of Nzulenzu
The golden Beaches of the Coast
Landscape blessed with incredulity
From the Forest Elephants of the south
To the Savannah Elephants of the north
The Turtles of the west
To the Kobs of the east
The Monkeys, the Lions
Duikers and Buffalos
A diversity of the wild
From the Homowo of the Ga’s
To the Damba of the Dagomba’s
The Aboakyir of the Winneba’s
The Hogbetsotso of the Anlo’s
The Akwasidae of the Ashanti’s
A display of rich culture
Found nowhere else on the surface of Earth
The Fufu, AkplƐ, Kɔmi
The Waakye, Aprenpesa, BrodeƐ Ampesi
And Tuo-zafi affectionately called TZ
Delicacies that salivate the mouth
All these and more should make the coast of Gold
A destination for your next vacation
Quarps
An enKieu Qoncept
©July 2011
To the Ranges of Akuapim
The Rocks of Damongo
The Peak of Afadjato
A must accomplish
The Savannah of Mole
The Canopies of Kakum
The Waters of Nzulenzu
The golden Beaches of the Coast
Landscape blessed with incredulity
From the Forest Elephants of the south
To the Savannah Elephants of the north
The Turtles of the west
To the Kobs of the east
The Monkeys, the Lions
Duikers and Buffalos
A diversity of the wild
From the Homowo of the Ga’s
To the Damba of the Dagomba’s
The Aboakyir of the Winneba’s
The Hogbetsotso of the Anlo’s
The Akwasidae of the Ashanti’s
A display of rich culture
Found nowhere else on the surface of Earth
The Fufu, AkplƐ, Kɔmi
The Waakye, Aprenpesa, BrodeƐ Ampesi
And Tuo-zafi affectionately called TZ
Delicacies that salivate the mouth
All these and more should make the coast of Gold
A destination for your next vacation
Quarps
An enKieu Qoncept
©July 2011
DISILLUSION
Somewhere in a Modern Villa
There, the cloud, thick black cloud only means one thing a heavy downpour! I for rush go house before this rain go drop down, BB declared. As he walked on the long narrow sandy path that leads to his parents house (a place he calls ma crib), he heard sounds of squeaky windows of mud houses being closed. BB knew instantly that he had to double up his steps to avoid getting drenched by the rain. I for run sef he thought, but he kept his cool and picked his steps carefully walking on the sand like he was walking on water, after all I be the Krakye he whispered to himself.
Soon he had gotten to the intersection that led to his ‘crib’. Ahhh, BB sighed with relief, now I just for climb this hill then I catch ma crib ignoring the fact that he had to walk an extra 30 meters. As soon as that thought disappeared, he felt a cool breeze of wind sweep around him; he looked back and saw the wind carrying innocent dead leaves for a ride. I get aa like the wind fit carry me so go put ma bed top. This weather dier stop, e dey be for bedding waaa, another thought swept through his mind.
He begun to climb the hill a bit faster than usual, he looked left and saw the old hut that was buried in the bush, the only building in that part of the village, nobody really seemed to care about that building but this time around there was something strange about the building, it had its windows widely open and swinging to the rhythm of the wind. BB stared for a while and said, who sef they care about that alatsa building, this house go blast today, the rain go end e poor life. Just as he was taking his eyes of the building something struck him… wheeeeee-wheeeeeeee-wheeew, BB whistled instinctively.
There stood a fair maiden in front of the old hut. He wondered, kw3 what this ‘pacu’ they do for here of all places. The fair maiden spotting BB signalled him to approach her but BB pretended he had not seen her and tried to avoid eye contact with her. Excuse me, excuse me gentleman, the fair maiden called out, BB again pretended he did not hear her but when it dawned on him he could not avoid the obvious he turned to the direction of the lady. Can you please come over, she asked. BB contemplated for a while, she no know say e dey come rain, she no dey see the clouds. Me sef wat I dey talk, how I go fit dawg this pacu, if Kwei den Ato hear dis sef them go laugh me make I cry. Before he could end his thought he heard the lady calling again. ‘Sharp sharp me na me k)) no’ he affirmed as he made way through the bush towards the lady. BB’s steps had changed dramatically as he walked with suave just to show off.
Finally BB was in front of the fair maiden, he stared at her with admiration from hair to sol. She had black silky hair which even glowed without sunshine; her eyes were bright and gleamed with excitement; her lips had the perfect shape, like a love/heart-like symbol; her nose fitted perfectly in the middle of her face. She had what BB called a perfect shape, slim with visible curvature in her ‘slit and kaba’; her legs were spotless and hairless, beautifully crafted just like a royal antelope’s.
I’m Yama she said stretching her hands, BB meeting her hand pondered, what a beautiful name, I fit take e name tier song ridee naa. They call me BB. How can I help you miss? BB replied. Could you please help me shut my windows she continued. BB looked at her and glanced at the window, he thought, this girl paa! Just then a strong wind blew and threatened to lift the hut’s rusty roof away. Quick, let’s get this done with before the rains start pouring BB instructed.
Yama told BB to stand outside and pushed the window while she got inside the building to lock the windows. BB followed her directions and soon two windows were done with, leaving them with one last window. As BB moved closer to it he felt a drop of water hit his forehead, he said to Yama, hurry up it has started drizzling. She replied, don’t worry I would shelter you and when the rain is gone you can continue your journey. From Yama’s words BB felt assured and pushed the window with real vigour.
Just as Yama locked the window, the heavens opened and the rain came rushing down. BB raced to the door and knocked, but there was no response. He shouted Yama open the door as he knocked hard on the wooden door which looked like it was going to fall, in a bid to alert Yama of the urgency of the situation. BB was all wet in fact the rain had drenched him, when he heard a sweet melodious voice saying, I’m sorry, I can’t open the door. BB thought for a second that his mind was playing tricks on him, no it can’t be when he realised it wasn’t his mind playing tricks. I really need somewhere to hide. He replies, please stop joking and help me out I’m all wet. Yama responds do I look like Dapaa (the village clown). You promised to give me shelter BB insisted. Do I look like your mother? Yama asked with laughter chocking her, you better go look for your mother oo and stop disturbing my peace.
BB realising he was fighting a lost cause, turned away from the hut slowly, continuing his journey through the bush home in the heavy downpour. He even found it difficult to raise his leg, drugging them in the mud. With disappointment and utter disgust he said to himself, this girl show me mafia paa o, fire burn am.
Quarps
An enKieu Qoncept
There, the cloud, thick black cloud only means one thing a heavy downpour! I for rush go house before this rain go drop down, BB declared. As he walked on the long narrow sandy path that leads to his parents house (a place he calls ma crib), he heard sounds of squeaky windows of mud houses being closed. BB knew instantly that he had to double up his steps to avoid getting drenched by the rain. I for run sef he thought, but he kept his cool and picked his steps carefully walking on the sand like he was walking on water, after all I be the Krakye he whispered to himself.
Soon he had gotten to the intersection that led to his ‘crib’. Ahhh, BB sighed with relief, now I just for climb this hill then I catch ma crib ignoring the fact that he had to walk an extra 30 meters. As soon as that thought disappeared, he felt a cool breeze of wind sweep around him; he looked back and saw the wind carrying innocent dead leaves for a ride. I get aa like the wind fit carry me so go put ma bed top. This weather dier stop, e dey be for bedding waaa, another thought swept through his mind.
He begun to climb the hill a bit faster than usual, he looked left and saw the old hut that was buried in the bush, the only building in that part of the village, nobody really seemed to care about that building but this time around there was something strange about the building, it had its windows widely open and swinging to the rhythm of the wind. BB stared for a while and said, who sef they care about that alatsa building, this house go blast today, the rain go end e poor life. Just as he was taking his eyes of the building something struck him… wheeeeee-wheeeeeeee-wheeew, BB whistled instinctively.
There stood a fair maiden in front of the old hut. He wondered, kw3 what this ‘pacu’ they do for here of all places. The fair maiden spotting BB signalled him to approach her but BB pretended he had not seen her and tried to avoid eye contact with her. Excuse me, excuse me gentleman, the fair maiden called out, BB again pretended he did not hear her but when it dawned on him he could not avoid the obvious he turned to the direction of the lady. Can you please come over, she asked. BB contemplated for a while, she no know say e dey come rain, she no dey see the clouds. Me sef wat I dey talk, how I go fit dawg this pacu, if Kwei den Ato hear dis sef them go laugh me make I cry. Before he could end his thought he heard the lady calling again. ‘Sharp sharp me na me k)) no’ he affirmed as he made way through the bush towards the lady. BB’s steps had changed dramatically as he walked with suave just to show off.
Finally BB was in front of the fair maiden, he stared at her with admiration from hair to sol. She had black silky hair which even glowed without sunshine; her eyes were bright and gleamed with excitement; her lips had the perfect shape, like a love/heart-like symbol; her nose fitted perfectly in the middle of her face. She had what BB called a perfect shape, slim with visible curvature in her ‘slit and kaba’; her legs were spotless and hairless, beautifully crafted just like a royal antelope’s.
I’m Yama she said stretching her hands, BB meeting her hand pondered, what a beautiful name, I fit take e name tier song ridee naa. They call me BB. How can I help you miss? BB replied. Could you please help me shut my windows she continued. BB looked at her and glanced at the window, he thought, this girl paa! Just then a strong wind blew and threatened to lift the hut’s rusty roof away. Quick, let’s get this done with before the rains start pouring BB instructed.
Yama told BB to stand outside and pushed the window while she got inside the building to lock the windows. BB followed her directions and soon two windows were done with, leaving them with one last window. As BB moved closer to it he felt a drop of water hit his forehead, he said to Yama, hurry up it has started drizzling. She replied, don’t worry I would shelter you and when the rain is gone you can continue your journey. From Yama’s words BB felt assured and pushed the window with real vigour.
Just as Yama locked the window, the heavens opened and the rain came rushing down. BB raced to the door and knocked, but there was no response. He shouted Yama open the door as he knocked hard on the wooden door which looked like it was going to fall, in a bid to alert Yama of the urgency of the situation. BB was all wet in fact the rain had drenched him, when he heard a sweet melodious voice saying, I’m sorry, I can’t open the door. BB thought for a second that his mind was playing tricks on him, no it can’t be when he realised it wasn’t his mind playing tricks. I really need somewhere to hide. He replies, please stop joking and help me out I’m all wet. Yama responds do I look like Dapaa (the village clown). You promised to give me shelter BB insisted. Do I look like your mother? Yama asked with laughter chocking her, you better go look for your mother oo and stop disturbing my peace.
BB realising he was fighting a lost cause, turned away from the hut slowly, continuing his journey through the bush home in the heavy downpour. He even found it difficult to raise his leg, drugging them in the mud. With disappointment and utter disgust he said to himself, this girl show me mafia paa o, fire burn am.
Quarps
An enKieu Qoncept
The Con Man
We had big dreams but all of them have been quashed by the liar
We gave and he was not content
He drained our remaining resources
He did not leave behind the debris for our children
We become nuisance once he has sucked out our nectar
We are disgraced and thrown out when we seek him
We gradually build up again
But we do not learn from the past
He returns with sweet lies and we fall in his arms
He shutters the mended heart
But we are not soo dumb
A time will come when all will realize the tricks and games of the liar
A time will come but how soon
(c) Quarps
an enKieu Qoncept
We gave and he was not content
He drained our remaining resources
He did not leave behind the debris for our children
We become nuisance once he has sucked out our nectar
We are disgraced and thrown out when we seek him
We gradually build up again
But we do not learn from the past
He returns with sweet lies and we fall in his arms
He shutters the mended heart
But we are not soo dumb
A time will come when all will realize the tricks and games of the liar
A time will come but how soon
(c) Quarps
an enKieu Qoncept
Black Is Great
I'm black and wonderful
A drop of me would make you ask for more
Even the most reserved person yearns for a moment with me
I'm enjoyed best when sweaty
But I don't come cheap
You pay a price for having too much of me
I'm no child's play
I'm made for great people
I'm dark and deeply satisfying
I'm GUINNESS
Drink Responsibly!
(c) Quarps
an enKieu Qoncept
A drop of me would make you ask for more
Even the most reserved person yearns for a moment with me
I'm enjoyed best when sweaty
But I don't come cheap
You pay a price for having too much of me
I'm no child's play
I'm made for great people
I'm dark and deeply satisfying
I'm GUINNESS
Drink Responsibly!
(c) Quarps
an enKieu Qoncept
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