When life words strayed,
Everything for my life was betrayed,
Nothing good for the monkeys,
Neither any door for the keys,

See how swiftly my life has grown
Causing my skin to brown,
To the Gods, it is the blessing of rain,
To me, it is the blessing of pain,

When life was questionable,
Everything for life was edible,
Nothing good to ****,
Neither any way to the hill,

Yes, the hill the covers my pillows,
Sending my soul to the gallows,
Hmm, life has gone completely gaga,
Indeed, my life is a complete saga.


© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
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I heard practice makes man perfect,
But I knew practice makes
A man slave to his skills
I saw evil behind the gates of Tapa,
But I knew that was my fellow man,

I saw a man conspiring
Against his neighbour,
But I knew a demon was more
Sympathetic and intelligent than man,

I thought I had giving  
All my love to a woman,
But I knew I had become the greatest
Fool that nature has ever invested in, 

I sought knowledge with insight
But I knew I had wisdom without favour,
I sought wisdom with might  
But I knew I had  Tweaduampon on my side, 

I sought Tweaduampon  
Diligently by his favour
But I knew I had enough
Life to fulfill my destiny,

I sought a peaceful and enjoyable life,
But I knew I could not live
Life to the fullness without a woman,  
I sought a beautiful and a wise woman,
But I knew I had found the
Curse of my destiny,

I fought the curse of my destiny
With the same woman,
But I knew a woman  
Could never fully be trusted,

I sought my greatest enemy in life,
But I knew my power
Of choice was the enemy,
I decided not to choose again in my life,
But I knew I had lost
My senses and will power,

I fought against death,
But I knew the more I fought death,
The more I hated life,
I went on a long journey of righteousness,
But I knew my resting-place
Was the very evil in my heart,

I sought prosperity and success,
But I knew life on earth
Was based on time and opportunity,
I sought the opportunity to succeed,
But I knew I did not have
The time on my side,

I found the time lying idle,
But I knew the opportunity
Was far away from me,
I failed the test of life,
But I knew that was a pass of death,

I found the meaning of life,
But I knew that was
Exactly the meaning of death,
I found the essence of life,
But I knew whatever I termed
As real did not really exist,

I sought the relationship
Between life and death,
But I knew life always hate
What death loves most,
I found what death hated most,
But I knew that was
Exactly what life loved most,

I found something else
Interesting about life
But I knew life always keeps
What it hates and gives
What it loves to death to keep,

I decided to hate death,
But I knew that the ultimate gift
Life can ever give to nature is death,

I loved death instead,
But I knew death is the ultimate,
I found sickness as
A messenger of death,
But I knew life is where
Sickness only works,

I found that both life and death
Cannot be fully trusted,
But I knew the phenomena
Of life and death
Have little disagreement and
Are with one purpose,
They both seek to enslave man.


© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
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Alert the Ankobeahene and Kontihene
To secure the women and children,
For the language is war,
Remind the Kyidomhene,
Nifahene and the Benkumhene
To caution their men
For a possible storm,

Men of war!
Fill the mighty *** of fire
With the water fetched
From the Godstwi river,
Do not forget to mix it
With the divine talismans,

For the pale-skin men
Who knocked our doors
With their good news,
Are now knocking our
Doors with their gun news,

Represent their commanders with stones,
And place them in the boiling mixture,
Has the omnipotent Kwame and
Mother Earth approved of this?

My servants, check on the ***
Whether it has disintegrated,
Then we expect defeat,
If not, play the drums
And blow the horns of war
In delight and strength,

War!
War!
War!
Who is to lead us?
For the *** on the fire has
Expressed our defeat by
Wailing and disintegrating,

Oh yes, nevertheless the
Gods and ancestors have chosen
The vibrant queen mother of Ejisu,

Ah, though we are fighting
A war of contempt,
Her Royal majesty,
Nana Yaa Asantewaa
Shall lead the entire Ashanti army,

Weep for your children,
Oh, great Krobea Asante Kotoko,
For they are going in
For an unpleasant defeat,
But for the sake of
The courage of Yaa Asantewaa,
We shall fight!

Fight!
Fight!
Fight! Till we see defeat,
For the moon moves slowly,
But by daytime it crosses the sky.


© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
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The rain-Gods should
Give this greenhorn a reason
To why pain could
Appear this green-corn season,

Which baboon will make a sound
If the rich moon cannot be found?
Sometimes we play all day
Making sure that the clay
Does not decay,

But now our rock had bend
And who will lock and mend,
Ah, send the Gods a plea,
And it will end the cods a sea,

For the fear of might is oppression
Whiles the tear of night of derision
But nothing inside will look so strong
If something outside looks so wrong

Is this ice of life so conscious?
Maybe the price of life is so precious,
Men of Kush!
Have a pen for push

And never harm the Gods arm,
For their charm grows your farm,
The debtors have broken the palm-vine
Causing the ancestors to drink the palmwine
Indeed, what life sees as pain,
Must be given to death to explain.


© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
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Can I say that,
Wealth is not about riches
But about survival in peacehood?
Yes I can say that,
Riches without knowing
Gods and His ways is not wealth,

Can I say that,
The wise keeps wealth
But the fool seeks riches?
Yes I can say that,
A poor generous man is wealthy,
But a wicked rich man is more
Miserable than the word destitute,

Can I say that,
Wealth is more about survival
But less about progress?
Yes I can say that,
The Gods of riches is no different
From the Gods of poverty,
Whichever way it comes, fight it,

Can I say that,
Both the rich and the poor
Know no peace, except the wealthy?
Yes I can say that,
Both riches and poverty
Are the betrayal of self
And sense of judgment,  

Can I say that,
Life can go on without riches,
But it is no better with poverty?
Yes I can say that,
Being so careful about riches
Is being so liberal about investment,

Can I say that,
Some seek riches,
Others seek wealth?
Yes I can say that,
Some men love riches
More than their own souls,
But their souls enjoy
The riches and not them,

Can I say that,
It is foolish for one to see
Riches as the salvation for ones soul?
Yes I can say that,
Wealth is the creation, protection
And advancement of time,
Opportunity, discipline and energy,

Can I say that,
Wealth not worked for
Is a stolen riches?
Yes I can say that,
Wealth is the endurance of
Both long suffering
And short suffering.


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

Kumasi, the Tree City,
The Kingdom City with a divine eagle
Standing bravely on a mighty stick,
The unquestionable love that embraces
The soul of the arch enemy,
The tradition that swallows
The ancient courage and modern pride,

Kumasi, the Tree City,
The mighty city that lies under
The flying wings of the
Beautiful Okumanin tree,
The golden city of the Western Sudan
Planted by the arm of the Almighty,
You are truly the dwelling
Abode of unity and majesty,

Kumasi, the Tree City,
The echoes of your ancestral spirits
Do not sleep nor slumber
You that provides a comfortable
Seat for the grandson of
The almighty Krobea Asante Kotoko,
The modern pride of the great
Ancient mother of Yaa Asantewaa,

Kumasi, the Tree City,
The great son of the vulture,
Otomfuo Osei Tutu, may not
Appreciate your present
State of modernization,
For you have surrounded
T he Golden Stool with
Carelessness and filth,
Your crime rate has swept
Away the memories of
The great Okomfo Anokye,

Kumasi, the Tree City,
Oh, the inhabitance under the protective
And motherly wings of the great tree,
The Ayoko kingship deserves a clean land,
This great city must regain
Her serene and inviting sweet-scented
Greeny and stable environment,
For mother Ghana has always
Pride herself in your glory and dignity,

Kumasi, the Tree City,
The precious eye of Asanteman,
Never deny your former glory,
Oh, the pride of West Africa
You still have what it takes
To be the Garden City of West Africa,
You are Oseikrom indeed,
Okumaninase, the capital city of Kwaman,
The heart of the Republic of Ghana.


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

I see green,
Yes, it is fresh,
I can see growth,
Oh, it is dying,

See how hope has
Disguised the volumes
Of books written
About my unpredictable life,

The fight is still being fought,
But the river has no other source,
Unfortunately, it is not changing into the
Lion that is hard, but getting the lion’s tail,

Now I know, that
This fiendish gale of life
Seeks to enslave my soul,
I even made an attempt
To dig down the fire
Of failure with discontent,

O youth! The strength of it,
The faith of it,
The risk of it,
The imagination of it,
All seeks to defy
The long-lasting establishment,

No, never sell your life
For the sake of love,
For it is writing the sad history
Of your unpredictable future
Growth shall indeed
Dry your bones and veins.


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