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Primrose

I have heard that you have begun,
searching for what you spew
when you run off under the green of happy meadows looking back only once, to forget.

There were no tears in my eyes
but from my heart, silver sparkles of wet grief fell into the fade of your hurried steps.

You brought me pain when you came.
One that I couldn’t speak, only feel.
And now you go with more,
that I still cannot speak but alas, I write.

Primrose, mine never Primrose,
You have taken spring from my cheeks.

 
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Posted by on August 28, 2014 in Love Poems

 

Before The Breath Of A Woman Goes…

Before the breath of a woman goes,
her heart will become one with reality.
Words will finally earn their fable
and tales will finally tell their worth.

She will move her eyes beyond the night of want.
and place each breath in a long hard space, remembering that what is less revealed, is more true.
as told by intuition, basic as life.

She will say nonetheless.
It has been a good sport;
to feel, to sense, to know
that he loves her not.

 
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Posted by on August 27, 2014 in Life Poems, Love Poems

 

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SCENT OF MY KISS

I hope you will not look back
and see the pain in my smile.
   
I hope you will find none true
but the days of our days past
   
I hope you will come back 
with a white rose and a heart
   
yearning the scent of my kiss.

 
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Posted by on August 24, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

Happy People

We had all been happy, somewhat.

In our plentyness, our littleness;

in our knowledgeableness, or lack of it,

we had all been content.

 

I’d say it wasn’t our inadequacy;

our intent to ever feel derisory,

or deficient and lacking,

but at some point in our modest lives

 

we had been exposed to

something,

someone,

somehow,

that had shown us a life we were yet to live.

 

Then we had started to think things through,

and by that time,

we had begun our comparison.

 

The “reallys”

the “wows”

the “it can be done this way?”

the “this feels way better!”

 

and my all time favorite,

“Damn, this is what I’ve been missing?”

 

 
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Posted by on August 11, 2014 in Life Poems

 

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RAIN

Submerge your thoughts in days before now
Darn the moments past back together
Hold the hurrying haze black
It has been long

Perhaps this is rain
Or maybe just an unconscious faith
Perhaps the two aren’t so
Nonetheless, you do feel the flow

Skin perceives the laze of hairs
They spread their thirsty selves in lean rest
Mind floods, but without words or images, even.
It is a rare floating space; nothing.

Perhaps this is rain
Or maybe just an unconscious faith
Perhaps the two aren’t so
Nonetheless, you do feel the flow

Of rain.

 
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Posted by on July 30, 2014 in Life Poems

 

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I AM STILL TRYING TO UNDERSTAND.

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I am still trying to understand
exactly what it is you feel
Your uncertainties; your doubts
your what ifs; your maybes

Could it be the labels
or the fear of feeling confined?

I am still trying to understand
why you want to keep this so open
no ties; no strings
just untamed and really free

Could it be a past pain
or a fear of tomorrow’s crash

I do not know what it is
rushing your anxiety;
flying your mood into a ditch
when I act like I’m yours

What is it you dread?
that you wouldn’t be able
to commit like I will?

Or maybe,
you simply feel inadequate,
and undeserving,

of me.

 
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Posted by on July 17, 2014 in Love Poems

 

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FULL IMMERSION

I often wonder if he remembers at all; that we used to walk hand in hand, kicking stones, breathing wild air and letting it out in a loud laughter. I often relive each one of these moments in vivid memory. What is this feeling that cannot be silenced? Whether or not I want, it still chimes loudly in my ears and reminds me that I once felt, still feel and may never stop feeling. This isn’t fair. Maybe shuffling the cards will be good.

Benny was one and a half; my first love. I remember yesterday like now. I was still in my teens; care free, with no obligations. I loved him e’en though the word didn’t really mean a lot to me then. For me, nothing mattered except making him happy even if it caused me my own happiness. The nights became long and my young heart could stand no more pain. He did me bad and made me mad.

Jojo was my rebound. He was the other side of the first, much better. But somehow, it was already too late to put my broken pieces together. I had already begun to laugh at everything that was emotional. I was on the edges now; deep was no more. We did no bad, had no bad memories.

Ricky was two years, my third. The sides always looked better than him. Frankly, he was a waste. Or maybe, I had become too aware. I was no longer that little girl who gave it all; no, not innocent. I simply took it all…all of the crap he had to offer in the name of love. Bullshit! I did him bad, screwed his ass right. He deserved it.

Commitment made no sense, inside the lines became too traditional. I wanted more, I sought more. Frederick couldn’t kiss me like I wanted. It was a disaster; whatever happened to the French? Kiss good or walk! Sani was a cheap show off; a cheesy excuse for the race. Pete? He was too damn pathetic. Grow some hard balls little boy and while you’re at it, work on your self confidence and then try again later.

Along came fire on his lips and the calm in his eyes; rage on his tongue and the silence of his breath; passion in his throat and the care in his touch, Danny sent me to my knees.

I feel, like I’m ready to give him all now. I feel like maybe, this is the end of this circle. He doesn’t.  I have failed; failed again and it’s cold, too cold for a full immersion.

 

 
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Posted by on July 14, 2014 in Short Stories

 

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Inspirational Quotes

 
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Posted by on July 11, 2014 in My Picture Quotes.

 

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SHEETS OF SILK

 
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Posted by on July 10, 2014 in Short Stories

 

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“Put me on-the-line” (cont.) – Short story by Naa Takia

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“I beg your pardon?” Johnson says.

Regina laughs slyly “Oh Johnson, you are so kind. How many men will buy a smart phone for their girls” she pretends to be moved.

“Oh no, it’s nothing. I can do same for you.” He winks at Regina.

She chuckles and brushes him off.

I need a very good and “smart looking” smart phone. You know… she likes to look feminine.” Johnson says.

“Oh yes Johnson, I think we may just have something for her.” Regina replies.

Barimah, who has been on phone all this while immediately cuts the line and exclaims…

“Finally”, I’m ready to sail. Spoken for several minutes and I was charged almost nothing.”

Mr. Johnson, suddenly looking very interested in Barimah’s words, gives the phone back to Tilly and walks over to him.

“Did you say you spoke for several minutes and was charged almost nothing?” he asked.

“Yes… I did. See, I have been speaking to a friend for long minutes as he talked me through creating my very own blog. And at what cost? Almost chicken change!”

“Wow, that sure took a while; and what service is that?” he asked.

He and Barimah chat excitedly for a while, and then Johnson laughs and says

“This surely means more talk time for us.”

For who?” Barimah asks

“Oh no…never mind.”

He walks off happily back to Regina.

“I need this phone now more than ever. With this new service, I hear I can talk for hours with “ma petite” and pay less. Now I wouldn’t have to wait till midnight…” he says.

Regina fakes a smile and laughs with him.

“Yes Johnson, It is used by everyone who wants to talk more for less the cost.”

Mr. Johnson nods in agreement.

Just then,

 

“Oh no…my line cut.” Irene cries. She dials number again and listens.

“They said I don’t have credit again and Paa Kwesi has gone off-the-line on facebook!”

Mr. Johnson and Barimah turn and look at Irene.

You mean offline? Barimah asks.

“I said off-the-line” she replies.

It is offline!” Barimah tries to correct her.

“Hmm tell her oh…” says Badu.

“You people kwraa, you no go JSS? It is off-the-line. How can you just say off-line?” she retorts.

Johnson looks at her and says “Don’t mind them sweetie, whether on-the line oo, off- the- line oo, waka’a waka!

Irene smiles and says to Mr. Johnson “thank you daddy!”

Johnson says angrily to her “Don’t be naughty! Who is your daddy?”

Regina, Kwabena and Badu laugh. Irene looks sad and embarrassed.

Jojo goes over and tries to comfort her “Oh Renee… don’t mind him okay. I’ll gladly be your daddy.”

My name is Irene! Not Renee” She replies.

“Oh Irene and Renee are the same. Renee is the short for Irene.” Jojo says

Short for Irene? You must be kidding right, they are both five letters. So what makes one shorter than the other?” Barimah asked Jojo.

The rest nod in agreement.

Well whatever, all I know is it’s the short form.” Jojo defended.

Barimah shrugs.

Oh so how I’m I going to call Paa Kwesi now?” Irene asks.

“You can recharge…we have recharge cards here.” Kwabena suggested to her.

“Buut…” Irene started, looking embarrassed.

“I didn’t carry any extra money on me”

“Oh but how? How can you go out without carrying extra money?” Johnson said her.

“If you wait a while maybe he’ll come back ONLINE or call you.” said Badu

I don’t want to wait…and it’s getting late. I have to go home and attend to other things.” She replied.

“Aww” Regina teased.

Barimahlaughs out hysterically and everyone turns to look at him.

“What at all is with you and laughter?” Johnson asks him

“I wonder sef!” says Jojo

Barimah laughs again, this time burps too.

Arh, village man!” Irene hisses.

Oh look at who is calling who a villager.” He gets up and positions himself well.

If you are on Mtn, why don’t you try pay4me?” Kwabena says to her.

“Erh?” Irene asks.

“Pay4 who?” Johnson looks at Kwabena.

“Mtn pay4 me! It is an Mtn service that allows you to make calls even with a zero account.” Says Kwabena.

Eeeii saa? How come I didn’t know about it?” Barimah asks.

“Well, you are not supposed to know everything are you?” Badu replies

Barimah frowns and says “Yes I am…I am a graduate of University of Ghana; Ghana’s Premier University.”

“Oh see, and who is an undergrad?” he asks him.

“Wait oo, are you saying with Mtn pay4me, I can get to call any Mtn number even if my account is 0.00?” Johnson asks.

“Yes! Exactly” Kwabena replies.

Mmmm? I better kept quiet on this one then. I won’t even mention it to “ma petite”. Already, she flashes like lightening, and if she gets to know about this offer…I will be finished!” he says.

“So you are saying that I can call Paa Kwesi even if I have no credit like just now?” Irene asks Kwabena.

“Yes! Irene yes! You can call Paa Kwesi, Kofi, Kwame or anyone else” Badu screams at her.

Irene makes a face, looks down and says “it is only Paa Kwesi.”

“Aww and she’s faithful too.” Jojo teases as Regina laughs.

“Stop picking on poor Renee!” Badu snapped at Regina.

“It’s not Renee…its Irene!” Irene corrects him crossly.

Eeeii sorry oo, Irene!” he says quietly.

“But seriously the ladies for no hear about this oo. Chai, like we don die” Johnson says laughing.

“Look at them, we hear dada; no more flashing.” Regina says.

Everyone Laughs…

 

 
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Posted by on July 10, 2014 in Short Stories

 

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