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
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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
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I have a vision and a goal
In my heart and mind,
Of a new and a great awakening;
And where the thirsty volcanoes
Shall cry our loud for blood;

And where the mountains
Shall lie flat on their faces;
And where the wise aunt
Shall rule over the jungle in wisdom;
And where the wild bamboo
Shall provide edible fruits for mankind;

And where the dark moon
Shall rule over the lights and day;
And where both the South and the West wind
Shall hold their peace indefinitely;
And where realities in nature
Shall live without principles;

And where the ****** sea
Shall boil in an unquenchable rage,
Seeking vengeance on the wicked enemy;
And where the sky shall turn red and
Shall war against the flaming earth,

Nevertheless, in all these
There shall be a mental re-birth,
We shall excel in progress and in pride,
We shall officiate our own destiny,
We shall discover our mental capabilities,
Which is the road to our common destiny.

             II

Yes, I have a vision and a goal
Still in my heart and mind
Of a new and a better life,
In which all men, women and children
Of goodwill and a passion for excellence
Might be able to express themselves freely,

Without force, fear or favour,
And where life’s opportunities and times,
Might be open freely to all;
And where all mankind
Shall walk at liberty in solidarity;

And where equity and equality
Shall be our hallmark;
And where starvation, sorrow and suffering
That evil trio,
Shall be no more;

And where dedication, discipline and determination,
That just trio
Shall penetrate our souls and spirits;
And where a new start
With a just course,
Really might be possible to all,
Forgetting past failures and errors,

Nevertheless, in all these
We must let bygones be bygones
Where liberty and love is concerned,
Now is the hour of a fresh emancipation
With an honest and fair purpose.



© 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
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Oh no, it is not right
To side with an ordinance
Contrary to the divine words,
For the Gods of thy destiny is jealous
Over thy new found ego-Gods,

Thou slept as a great hero
And awoke as a dead wretched coward,
Thy gilt could not taste the indefinite
Wisdom from the ancestors for long,
May be, the libation poured
On thy blessed eighth day
Could not please the Gods of thy destiny,

Thou have lifted up thy wicked hands
Against the children of heaven,
And thou shall never escape
The judgment of Tweaduampon Kwame,
And any attempt to exculpate thyself
Shall outcry thy destruction,

Why, has the executioner received
Thy death warrant from the council of elders?
The ruler of the city of the dead
Is stirred up with delight
To welcome thee into his kingdom,
The worms and termites
Shall be thy bedspread and pillow,

The sea behind thy house,
Yarns for they salt,
For how shall he be clean,
He who is defiled with blood and slaughter,
By the polluted lapse of denial,
And who is stained by so great an evil?

Oh, see how thou have become
A spectacle to the sparrows,
The floods are now clothed in the
Official dress of the raven,
Causing the volcanic mountains over the
Eastern hills to weep over thy transfiguration,
For thy sacred calico has been
Stained with malice and destruction,

Amazingly, the rooster has accepted
To crow only at noonday,
Whilst the dawn has also refused
Contact with the daylight,
Now, let the lazy sleeping lion
Dream of infinite terror and disaster,
Oh yes, mighty lion, the clouds
Of Nigeria will not hold together,
Until thy woes are emptied in fear and tears.



© 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 season of indefinite dilemma,
Why are you wailing?
Should I choose between
The image and the shadow?
Hmm, Okyeman is still waiting
To choose between victory
And his twain brother, defeat,

Alright, Okyeman!
Give me back my bread
And take away my water,
No, give me back my water
And take away my air,
No, give me back my air
And take away my pride,

No, give me back my pride
And take away my life,
No, give me back my life
And take away my good name,
No, give me back my good name
And take away my nothing,

Ah, my bread is buttered with blood,
Whiles the air is still socked with tension,
Is that the Ashanti infantary approaching
Swiftly from the far west for bloodshed?
Can anyone cease the head
Of this nephew of Obiri Yeboa?

The head of this great King,
Osie Tutu is ours today,
Indeed, when crocodiles
Eat their own eggs,
What will they not do
To the flesh of a toad?


© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
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The Tower of success
Is upon a mountain
Which is surrounded by
An ocean of strenuous efforts,

Now see, there is also
A divine light which
Goes with a natural principle
That every man needs
Before getting up to the hill,

With Tweaduampon on our side,
We have been able to
Make the Tower our home,

Oh yes, only the black man
Has the key to the
Tower of Success
Without fear and tears,

We are the Africans,
Leadership is our role
And success if our hallmark,

This eternal light is in you,
And only the Blackman
Can make you discover it,

Come and support
The course of Africa,
And we shall make you
A discoverer of excellence.


© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
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Seducers of the sky above,
Drinkers of the salty sea,
Oh, possessors of the earth below,
How I wish I never existed,
How I wish the Gods never existed,

You are gradually fading away the
Splendid beauty of my true existence,
Yes, the tornadoes and the hurricanes
And the thunderclap and the fire
Shall always accompany your existence,

Oh yes, I am about to express
My distaste for your order,
The beautiful part of my nature
Have you consciously eroded,
But the thunder-Gods shall surely
Deal with you relentlessly,

Hmm, everyone that knows your works
Shall have a nasty story to tell your kind,
For your passion for wealth and excellence
Has imprison my wretched soul
And has divided my living bones,
Mother earth has no more pleasure in you,
Before your unforgiving existence,
Truly, I knew the story of the
Old one and his nature,

Wait and experience my mighty right arm,
Always shall you seek
My indefinite destruction,
Always shall I seek indefinite
Vengeance on your children’s children,
Unfortunately, it is ignorance that
Makes the rat attack the cat.


© 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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The divine walkway
To the river-side
Has began to warp in
Singing and whooping with love,
But I was in the palace
To witness the examination,

See how the evening sky
Has suffered with crimson
And delight, awaiting
The gorgeous joy of the dawn,
How can the nations
Begin this monthly journey
With a broken arm?

The old gossip proclaimed that
Mother Africa caused the
*** to burst into loud wails
Early on that faithful morning,
Whiles the companions took
No pain to grace the occasion,

Oh gosh, is that the time?
Is that an absolute
Gospel of the gory spectacle?
Indeed, we need to offer
Sacrifices of praise
To propitiate the gods,

Let the gracious protocol begin!
Mothers, please cover
That beautiful black skin
With that sunblock sheabutter cream,
And cover that gracious hips
With that piece of kente cloth,

My dear, please
Taste the sacred food
And swallow the egg also,
For sitting on a golden stool
Which stands on a precious mat,
Has become good news for the ancestors,

Now perceive this,
When the moonlight slipped
Past the curled edges
Of the shades of nature, and
The children faces gleamed,

I knew I had
Fallen victim to the sensual
Lures and snares of the
Twin towers protruding
From your glorious chest,

You have indeed kindled
The eternal flame within me,
My black eternal beauty,
You are truly
A fine African woman.

© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
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The fearful python had swallow
Our fearless inner fellow,
See and hear the waves
Marching in their endless ranks,
Smashing blood against the
Rocks at the Burundi cliff,
Will the fog of despair and wail  
Hung over Rwanda for long?

Hmm, the emotion of this moment
Has swallowed our African thought,
Oh no, this curious season
Has caused us to reason,
Will our rain be pain?
Will our pain be gain?
May be, when the rain fell on the
Leopard skin, it washed off its spots,

Behold, the endless umbilical cord
Of Africa has every reason to bleed,
For the bitter sword had
No respect for our mother’s womb,
Will our sorrow be fate?
Will our fate be hollow?
May be, when the frog in front fell,
The others behind did not take caution.


© 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
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My one and only precious stone,
You glitter to show me
Which path to take when
I come to a crossroad,

My better companion
With best ideas,
You are priceless,
Yes, I am speechless,

I cherish your worth and
Committed to your camp
Of love to anyone that behold,
For some will not understand,

Some will misinterpret it,
Some will be confuse,
You are priceless,
Yes, I am speechless,

I thank Tweaduampon
For giving you to me,
And thank you for being
My reliable true friend,

For a friend of your kind,
Every day comes with new love
You are priceless,
In fact, I am speechless.

© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
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I harvested the stars
And burnt the moon
Just to season your love,
But you have now
Found yourself a pure xylophone
And have created a rhythm for it,

I wept over agony
And pierced my heart
Just to feel your love,
But you have now
Found yourself a valuable coin
And have not traded it,

I rejected the dawn
And sealed the river source
Just to hear your love,
But you have now
Found yourself an everlasting fountain
And have drunk as much as you could,

I mended the rocks
And fought the storms
Just to hear your love,
But you have now
Found yourself a secret cornerstone
And have leaned on it comfortably,

I bit my fingers
And chewed the palm kernels
Just to sing your love,
But you have now
Found yourself a better tune
And have danced to it,

I buried the clouds
And drunk the sea
Just to call your love,
But you have now
Found yourself a basket full of roses
And have planted a sea of it,

I blurred the firelight
And strolled over the sea waves
Just to dance your love,
But you have now
Found yourself a new moon
And it brightens your night always,

I betrayed my heart
And performed with the fiend
Just to dance your love,
But you have now
Found yourself a true woman
And have betrayed my love.

© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
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