"efua" poems
The rainy season is at
The door once again,
And loneliness has
Brought me a new pillow,
But who is to defend
My repugnant soul?
Can it be the Gods?
Hear this! The rain has
Began knocking at my
Slammer door gradually,
Oh no, it is knocking
And wailing so heavily,
With his icy voice
Of storm and cold
Arresting my hearty dreams,
But I will retch at his smell
And hurry for my handkerchief,
Where is my lantern?
May be, the native doctor
Has the answer to the
Cylindrical jar containing
Her eternal juniper organs,
Indeed, it is my misfortune
To go about with the priest,
For even the child of
The priest even dies at noon,
Ah, I thought she was
Vigilant and ever-ready
To make the debtors
Chew the palm kernels,
But she became the
Portion of the exterior of
The *** that skin can cover,
I have lost my heaven,
Oh no, I have lost the
One whose neck is like a
Bunch of small-fingered plantain,
I have lost the whetstone
On which I sharpen
My thirsty sword to
Perform deeds of valour,
Let the Gods weep!
Let the ancestors wail!
Let the people of Africa,
Give me condolence of
The talking drums,
For their child is gone,
The wise woman who cut
Her thumb in order to get
A wise husband is dead,
Mother, the Okro full of
Seeds of children and literature,
Efua Sutherland, the queen,
The toad likes water, but not
When the water is boiling,
Send me something
When someone is coming,
Efua Sutherland, the queen,
You and I exchange gift.
© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
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Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 5:58 AM UTC
Black Life matters
Black lifes matters
7am, west Toronto Ontario
Efua standing to get a cap in grey hound Canada transportation park
She's gotten an interview as a sales girl in momofuku noodles bar
She's chosen to be satisfied with the stipend pay promised
Atleast it's something, after 2year of longing for a job
Oops! back to my story
It's 11;15am already efua is stranded and frustrated already (sighs..)
Then a mail popped on her Sagem mobile
(Gush, who the hell Still uses that device in this era, but what matters is she's happy, so it's not of my business)
The mail reads!
Miss Nana Efua, sorry or restaurant wouldn't be able to fix an appointment or interview for you anymore, you're time off, check back some other times.
Wuu that's pathetic but why couldn't she make up with time, or maybe let's ask her instead
How mean could the world be what's wrong with being black (wails..)
"Let me interrupt from here, probably we've gotten the hint to this misery from her,
A poor little girl can't be picked up by a cap, because is a black,
But what do they really think of us, slaves or waa!
There's nothing left for we with the different skin canvas in the black lands,
We seek refuge in a no man's land yet being treated like a fallen angel
Our life matters, it doesn't start when we're pined and couldn't breathe
It starts when our ancestors sold us for mirrors and gun powders
Let me ask before I break my pen are our ancestors whites too aren't they blacks
The truth!
Black life matters
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 9:00 PM UTC