The tortoise has began
To sniff aloud impatiently,
Causing the *** full of

Palm-wine to burst into flames,
But the bat can only
Think of himself as a bird,

Let the yam tendril
Grow rapidly in this season,
For this matey idea
Engenders glowing nightmares,

Now know this,
The sacrifices of palm-wine
Cannot be substituted with water,
For your departure has caused
Me to sleep with the magic owl,

Oh yes, hear the sparrow
Singing your conventional song,
Listen dear, listen!

Listen and quicken the precious
Beads on your convex hips,
So that my heavy heart

Can behold her boisterousness,
Even though good beads
Do not speak in public,

Indeed, the machete has
Fallen on the wrong victim,
For I left the chicken undisguised,
And the ravenous hawk
Took an instinctive care of it,

***** dear, *****!
***** all your pain
Into the thirsty calabash,
For I have evinced

A strong desire to be
Reconciled with your love,
So, let our imperturbable love
Unfold as the implacable day unfolds,

Obaahemaa Nyarkowaa,
The mother of my heart,
Please forgive my dumb insolence,
For I acted out of love.


© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: nanaspeaks@gmail.com