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Such a peace falling as the clouds melt in a wonderful nature.

The whole of the living creation of God is coolly enjoy the moment.

Piecing through the the drumming sounds of raindrops on the covering of our abode, the trees and floor of the earth is the sound produced by the activities of men.

How enjoyable the weather as some may say; expressing satisfaction in the situation which supports their rest from routine activities.

In the other hand, the heart of others ache at the risk the force of nature pose to their point of joy.

In either way, the Supreme Divine knows the perfection of His art.

Even somewhere, someone lies beneath sheets of cotton or wool instead of the four walls of a lecture hall.

How amazing the differences in reaction to the same fall?
Finally, when all is said and done
When tomorrow can no more have us in her plan
Laid shall we be in the catacombs of living memory,
Waiting to be exhumed in a clash of relative fate
While our solid remains are shared by the closer companions;
If heat does not completely turn us into ashes,
Then our flesh shall bid farewell to the bones
Oh
What is man that he boasts of what he owns?
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©Wise Makafui Afun
You two look good together
Never imagined you'll look this better
Though a little jealous,
Wishing you the best

With your smiles now broader
And your laughter a bit louder,
Can't help it being jealous
But still wishing you the best
That's what poems do... tell
Designed to tell a story
A story which is not
A story which was
Which should be
A story which is
Which could be
Of a being
A thing
Who is
Who was
Who has been
Who has never been
In this particular existence

That's what poems do... speak
Generally speak of an issue
An issue of keen interest
Issue being spoken of
Dare to be spoken of
An issue which was
Issue which is
Should be
Would be
Could be
Of a thing
Of a being
Of itself, poem
Of its writer, poet
Of another, the subject
In this particular existence
  Aug 2020 Wise Makafui Afun
Noaki
I left too early just to realise that I lost myself.
I left early cause I didn't want to be too late to turn back
In the beginning we were strangers
Because we came from different places
From homes both far and near our new home
But with time we grew a bond
A bond that makes us a family
A family with many differences
Differences in religion, beliefs, political ideas and so on
But our bond transcends all

The common goal and the familiarity spirit joins our umbilicus to one mother
At times we fight for each other
Other times, we fight each other
That is the beauty of a family
Isn't it?

Today, we're not gathered under the same roof but we're still together
Our beloveds are close to our hearts than to our arms
We long to once again meet and laugh our loneliness and troubles away
Then tell the stories of our lives during the unexpected break to each other in flesh

We pray to once again have the chance to chase academic success again, hand in hand because our exit is at hand
But till then, we're far apart even though together

By technology we still see each other
Hear one another's voice and at times feel the emotion in our individual lives regardless the distance

We know we have a lot to achieve
So we do no relent on our efforts to advance
That is why we still connect to learn

Some are taking the opportunity during the break to develop their talents and expand their knowledge in other fields
Fields including music, agriculture, marketing, technology and the arts.

A few took the opportunity to legally unite with their life partners and we did nothing less than to celebrate in happiness
Because that is what families do
Isn't it?

One day, we would go our separate ways
But for now, we're together even though far apart
My people!
A wind got into my ears,
I turned and discovered that it was a bird singing a morning song
The melody was beautiful but the lyrics literally were words of gossip
Paying closer attention out of curiosity I heard her say,

Years a ago today,
A maiden was sent down by Ɔbɔadeɛ (the creator) to this land;
The land of gold
Today,
She would be adorned in many colours of wishes from dawn;
A day of memory

On this,
I can not watch we the kinsmen and kinswomen miss
We must never be left out on this all important durbar,
The durbar of honour and merrymaking

So I say,
Join me in paying homage to the dark skinned maiden among the lots in our land
Let the few and the many words of love, sound on the fontomfrom to the lass

My self, I precede with the dancing steps of the lizard,
Nodding to the sounds produced by the drops of palmwine from the beards of the old men in the calash of theirs

Let men, women and children celebrate
Let's keep brightness on the cheeks of the celebrant
Bring out gifts let's present
Our fathers say,
The knee wears not the cap in the presence of the head

Till the sun goes back to rest,
Continuously we offer thanks to him who sits on high
The man who gave us this damsel full of value years ago today

To the maiden we say,
Enjoy your day
Let joy fill you full
In strength we pray to see you in yet another year
In honour of a mate
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