I have loved you in so many ways,
In crowds or all alone,
When you were sitting beside me and
When you were away from my arms,

I imagined others watching and enjoying
Your glamour in the street with pride,
I have watched the sea waves and loved you,
I have sat quietly and loved you

And counting minutes till chartered
Hours where I stand and loved you,
And the questions I always wanted to asked,
The answer I learnt at love’s expense,

I have promised myself,
I will not ask where you have been,
I will only say hello and hope loving you
Has showed me how to accept myself,

Meeting you is a relief for
My several sever spinal pain,
What goes round comes round indeed,

How young and eloquent,
Gentle and humble,
Caring and loving,
Respectful and understanding,

For you have all the qualities that
Qualifies To a higher quantum
Quoted for a quality of a loving lady,

Keep me by your side as a chick,
For we are the march of two beach birds,
A pure couple of sparrows in a nest

I have loved you and
I cannot remain an island forever,
Show me your secret loving symbols,

For the understanding of your
Affectionate shadow next to you,
And I will continue to love.


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

Why this quietness?
Why this seriousness?
Why this modesty?
Has the old lizard
Grown another tail?

Oh, my immutable love,
The impalpable pure-scented
Dawn that impales my thoughts,
Have thou reached an impasse?

For the clouds have gathered
And there is nothing more
To expect but the storm,

My sliding helpless slick rhythm,
Thy words are always covered with
Stitches of honey in my heart,

Who is this impious imp?
Rivalling with my angelic heart?
Indeed, you love is wet and slippery.


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

No peeking! Oh great owl
For the expedition
Is no more enlivened,

Oh no, the market women
Cannot afford the upkeep
Of this treacherous mileage,

Now see, the priest does not
Even know what to *****
And what to swallow,

For the tranquilizing effect
Of her beauty, put my heart
Into trance every new moon,

My beautiful African queen,
Please speak the prophecies of
The ancestors to my dwindling nature,

For the halcyon days of my
Youth is no more hale and hearty,
And never be a quisling to my heart.


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

Love swells
And portrays
Her voice
Whenever it smells
And betrays
Her choice,

To established a place
For the serpent of love
Is to finish a pace
To repent for prove,

Otherwise, nothing
Can be said right
Without something
Being paid bright,

I think I have found
A love’s stone
But no, it is the sound
Of a dove’s tone,

I need to give
Up this race of grieve
So I can survive
This grace of love,

Indeed, love is not clear
Like a clean glass
But its dead is dear
Like green grass.


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

How beautiful is the
Rose flower of my heart,
She is more beautiful
Than the flowers in Aburi,

How beautiful is the
Mother of my heart,
She is a blessing to her family,
How beautiful is her

Dusky looking bark,
Her brave stands for justice
Like Yaa Asantewaa,
How beautiful are my lover’s lips,
Just like that of Frimpomaa,

How beautiful is the lady
Whose beauty Brightens
My heart like her words,
She flourishes like
Koforidua flowers,

How beautiful is the lady whose
Love can control my queer destiny,
She is like unto Nyarkowaa,

How beautiful is the convex hips of the
Lady who can make me go crazy,
She is like unto Adwoba,

How beautiful is the lady who can
Make me disobey my creator,
She is like unto Makeda,
How beautiful is the lady who has

The power to make me loose hope,
She is like unto Daehafi,
How beautiful is my blessed lover,
She is highly favoured like unto Sekina,

How beautiful is the queen of my heart,
She is reliable like unto Cleopatra,
How beautiful is my lover who causes

The will of the Gods to come to pass,
She is like unto the Timbuktu woman,
How beautiful is my lover,
She has faith like unto seed,

How beautiful is my butterfly,
Her love is stronger than tens
Of thousands of chariot
Descending from mountain Afajato,

How beautiful is the
Keeper of my heart,
She has the power to
Break my heart like Nefertiti,

How beautiful is the
Keeper of my love,
She is a mother of all

Generation like Ma’at,
How beautiful is my lover,
She is faithful like the air,

How beautiful my lover is,
She tastes like salt in my mouth,
How beautiful is my lover,

Her face turns me
On like a ripe mango,
How beautiful is my lover,

She has the power to make
Me do things against my will
Just like the seasonal rainfall,

How beautiful is my lover,
The secret to her love
And affection is still unknown,

How beautiful is my lover,
Her desires are subject to her lover’s
Whims and caprices,

How beautiful is my lover,
She sees her lover as
The head of the house,

How beautiful is my lover,
How glories are her
Feet upon my lap,

How beautiful is my lover,
She is as clean as the cat,
How beautiful is my lover,

She is as important
To me as myself,
How beautiful my lover is,
She is the pride of my life,

How beautiful is my lover,
She is as wise as the aunt,
How beautiful is my lover,

She is the guardian of my love,
How beautiful is my lover,
She has honour and respect like Isis,

How beautiful is Kabutuwaa,
She is all that I can boast of,
How beautiful and

Sweet is Obaahemaa,
She is the only lady
I was born to love,
For she is my
Koforidua flowers indeed.


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

The holy cricket has no reason
To hold its last breath for long
For the royal naked bird

Has no other secret to display
Now see, the enzyme of my heart
Has delivered another staff
Without the knowledge of the ducks,

Let the morning stars rain
My pure dews violently
And allow my wet sun rays
To swim rapidly in the air,

Hmm, if the queen of my air
Continues to harden the back
Of this delicate tortoise,
How can my motionless heart
Find a dripping honey like hers?

Today is Thursday,
Yes, today is her soul day
And tilling of her love is forbidden
But can a cloud full of sweet words

Break the chains of my strong passions?
Let my bitter tongue
Remain silent in his cage
And lose not the cowries and the cola also.


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

Growing up in the
White man’s grave,
Experiencing the days
Of infinite mental disquiet,
Glancing up at the
Towering walls of life,
And considering my
Unacceptable wretched
Condition is all I can remember,
For I rejected the feeling
Of rolling in my own cobweb,
Calling it merely a
Trick of my imagination,
Indeed, the child resembles
The father but belongs
To the mother’s clan,
And the waves and tides
Are nothing but noxious
Dynamic icing strength,
Ah! A mighty tree has falling,
Flinging down coil after
Coil with hasty energy,
Someone should please
Ask nature to make
Restitution for this damage
Done to my restless hope,
For the resplendent and
Bastardized peace in me
Has been torn into
Squalid tatters by howls
Of rage and shrieks of lament,
May be, nature can establish
My virginity in the blood-stained
Sheet on my wedding night,
Hmm, my queer life,
The white fowl spotted
By the roving evil hawk,
Indeed, the mangrove tree
Dwells in the Pra river,
But that does not make it a crocodile.


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