Behold, the dawn has put
Out the glaring stars,
And the sun’s ray has
Dried the pious ****-frost
On the invulnerable grass,

Yet, no creature
Knows what is in the
Middle of this ****** forest,

Oh yes, the road lies between
Two marvelous hedges,
So your shadow cannot miss it,

Hedges full of passions  
Encompassing the firmament with  
Blessings that have never been shed,  

Sekina, when the sun
Sank into the sea
And the silent night arose,  

My future accepted that
Indeed, our eternal love
Cannot be forbidden,  

For the more that flame
Is recklessly covered up,
The hotter it burns,  

My ever-flowing living waters,
The unquestionable eternal
Flames of fire in my heart,  

Set me as a seal
Upon thy prim heart,
For thou have indeed  
Become a hostage to my fortune,
So, let me thy hand For this journey.

© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
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The season of beauty
Has finally come to stay,
But the wise sparrow
Said to me,
‘Don’t mention names’

Never has nature begotten
Such a pure sense of
An African beauty,
But the wise sparrow
Said to me,
‘Don’t mention names’,

Questioning thy true beauty
Has placed me on the known,
But the wise sparrow
Said to me,
‘Don’t mention names’,

Show me all
That thou can,
So I can perceive
And conceive thy
True seasonal countenance,

But the wise sparrow
Said to me,
‘Don’t mention names’

Oh no, the days of
My love life is
Blinking on a fast
Lane for thy taste,

But the wise sparrow
Said to me,
‘Don’t mention names’,

Is the length of my
Dying days untamable by
Thy faithful jewels?

But the wise sparrow
Said to me,
‘Don’t mention names’

Ah! The glorious sensitivity in
The moon-like eyeballs
Of thee, has imprisoned
My reasoning power,

But he wise sparrow
Said to me,
‘Don’t mention names’

I hope thou may fall
On my waiting lips,
Though I cannot have thee,
But the wise sparrow
Said to me,
‘Don’t mention names’,

My heart is bleeding in pain,
For posterity may not live to
Behold thy true beauty,

But the wise sparrow
Said to me,
‘Don’t mention names’

I do remember thy
Precious name very well,
But the wise sparrow
Said to me,
‘Don’t mention names’

Accepting the sophistry
Of thy symbolic hips
Under the Kente cloth
Has been an axiom,

But the wise sparrow
Said to me,
‘Don’t mention names’

Now I know, that
The echoes of the Gods
Do not tremble
Over thy beauty alone,

But the wise sparrow
Said to me,
‘Achimota’.


© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
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Hear the ancient drum and horn
Singing and teasing their hens with corn
I can even behold thy smiles shining
Straying sweet stars upon my being
Oh love, display thy attractive nose
And thy irresistible face as a prose
And strike me with thy beauty and charm
Place these flowers from my farm
In thy plaited strands of hair
And open thy voluptuous lips with air.


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

Why wonder?
Oh great men from the east,
For the irrefutable expedition
Is full of joie de vivre,

Now see, the executioner does not
Even know what to throw away
And what to keep,

For her words are always
Seasoned with stitches of
Honey in my heart,

See how the eternal shadow
Of thy beauty, put my angelic heart
To rest every rainy season,

Oh, my faithful firstborn love,
Sometimes wisdom has it all
Other times beauty has it all
But this time thou have it all,

Yes, hail the precious gift from Ethiopia,
For the wisest King of Israel cannot
Even comprehend the secret behind
This gorgeous eternal beauty and wisdom,

The seasonal sweet-scented
Shining moon that betrays my thoughts,
Thou art the fruitful beauty of Africa,
Indeed, Makeda is the yardstick of beauty.


© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
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Oh my dear Adwoba,
The hen that lays her
Eggs in and out of season,

It does not take four
Market days to make
A virtuous woman complete,

For the great vulture
Has no bed but he
Entertains sound sleep,

Thou have made me aware
That when a poor woman
Loves her dear child,

She cannot prove it
Through material gains,
For the glamorous beads
Around thy hips can even
Be traded for my life,

Who heard the whisper?
Has the Gods who make
Dreams come true heard it?

May be, the horn is too
Heavy for the mighty head
That should carry it,

Listen dear, Listen!
Listen and taste the palm wine
Pouring out of my heart,
And give ear to my cry,

For anyone who does
Not know the horn message
Of his chief gets lost
At any major dispersion.


© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
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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

Cook me some love
And drown me deep into your kisses,
Remember how sweet and
Countless it was to hold you close,
Please do not experiment with my love,
Count my love as a successful loving
Laboratory experiment ready for market,
For you took away my breath
Without killing my heart,
No matter how young or old it looks,
I still love you.


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