My Lover Turns Into A Witch At Night

My Lover Turns Into A Witch At Night

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By Oppong Clifford Benjamin
I was as sure as faith and dance
as darkness and its absence
and as heaven and humans-
I had no doubt that God was here
And that God was there too;
In sins, He was here and
in the holiest of holies, He was there.
 
It was a dark room under a dark rainy sky
with the stars hidden behind frowning clouds
The air carried everything including our doubts
on its carelessly chaotic cold paths to nowhere
 
It was the sound of percussion instrument playing
Playing soft hymns to the atmosphere unseen
On the floor, seated we were:
Legs crossed. Right on left leg
right palm in left.
A black candle burned its wax away
to illuminate our dark life someways
 
Kiky had mastered her craft.
She was in a black cassock
She looked ahead of my head
And closed her eyes again softly.
She didn’t want to breathe
She didn’t want to call my name
I watched her dance to the heavens;
Head bent to the feet,
Her hips curved around the dark,
Hands thrown to the near west
Heartbeats in accordance with every bit
of nature. It was with the rains on the roof.
 
I watched her turn into air and
back to a shadow on the wall
I watched her move back and forth
between the present world and trance
She danced her glory off,
She divined our future
And I looked on with anxious surprise.
 
And my lover finally became everything
I couldn’t have been,
everything I had only dreamt of;
The room walls
The moment
The air
The candle
The dark
And God
And Kiky was God
And God was Kiky
And God was us.
 
She opened her eyes abruptly and
spoke to the silence and it broke
As above so below, she said and smiled.

By Kweku Atta Crayon ( Oppong Clifford Benjamin)

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Room 16

Room 16

Room 16

It’s on the last floor
small space, dim red light
a holy Bible and more,
Tattered curtain laid white.

Light skin ladies
Colourful men
Dogs with rabies
God bless them, Amen.

An innocent porch
A blessed couch
Sleeping days
Bring no pays,

Happy working nights;
‘Cut some slights
for only fifty’
Oh Dog!, the price is nifty.

Read quotations
Change positions
Cum quick, next dog!
Damn stupid wog.

Wear your pants
Be gentle with the curtain
Exit room 16
Say a prayer for the night
The sleeping day will take care of its self.

We are only trying to be happy
But we try harder not to regret
This our normal life

‘It is finished’.

 

By Kweku Atta Crayon ( Oppong Clifford Benjamin)

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GOD SPEAKS, LISTEN

GOD SPEAKS, LISTEN

Wednesday Services always were a bore
And last week our attendance was only four
But the message came so divine and hot
It filled me and in spirit I was caught
Pastor said God still speaks to Men
It was a tired truth but doubting Ben
He said do your best to listen and obey
We screamed Amen but Ben grinned Okay

Wednesday evenings after services
We do drink up and each disperses
At any one sip of the coca cola
We bowed to fine tunes of the viola
Shared Testimonies of a God who speaks
And the blessings that came in streaks
To He who listens and Obeys
In his Life it comes in many ways
As the moon smiled and walked by
We knew it was time to say guys bye

Ben took the busy street to his house
He reached a shop and thought of his spouse
God what should I buy for her?, then a tiny voice
“Indomie noodles” trust me,its her choice
Hahaha, God is that You? Ben wondered
But She never took Indomie, He pondered
All the same I will for once Obey
I need my own testimony today
So he did buy and happy he went
He walked past a house then again the voice
“Knock and deliver the noodles, just rejoice”
Ben laughed so loud and said this must not be God
We both knew this was for my wife not some clod
He stood there staring the house which looked deserted
The instruction grew louder within and he just adverted
Fineeee God, but if anything funny happens am out of church
Visit some shrines or gods and the many spirits I will search

He knocked lightly but a hard reply
Who is that? and the door a man pry
Sorry Sir, I have come to these Noodles Supply
The man grabbed them quickly and invited him
Ben entered,a baby was crying and mother singing hymn
“Julie here is hungry and wants noodles but we out of cash
My wife sought assistance from a lady who proved helpless
She didn’t have money either and her husband’s phone was off”
I prayed and my wife said God will send down an Angel
I demand of thee, are you His sent Angel?” The man asked
Ben’s lips were heavy and just couldn’t speak but Goodnight

He rushed down home
Honey where is your phone, wife looked worried
He checked his pocket and it was off, am sorry
I have been trying to reach you
I needed noodles to help a lady
Ben broke down in tears, so it is true
We have a God who has mouth, so get ears

By Kweku Atta Crayon ( Oppong Clifford Benjamin)

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Men or the gods

Men or the gods

Are Humans nothing without the gods?

Are Humans nothing without the gods?

 

Screaming…
Our Men have signaled their coming
Beat drums
Call musics
Bring the stools
Slaughter goats
We can’t be sure of truth
The gods have always been cunning

Oh blame me the cursed tongue
I rebuke the gods
drink libations
steal their kolanuts
spit into the rivers
The gods are cunning to call me young

You see, powerless idols of our fathers
they died with the land and ancestors
where lied the difference
gods are nothing
without humans.
Are Humans nothing without the gods?

Louder and joyful…..
Our Men have arrived
Praise no gods,collect their sweat
Cup them, worship the cups
Men have been Men
and gods drink the palm wine

Angry and fast…….
Let them tell us where was tomorrow
when they were gods yesterday.
Where were they when Africa was American’s
When Papa hit the bushes and land in the dungeon
prepared to be sold like a cup of sugar
and earn another identity, either Bonny or Sonny
Had the gods drunk too much, were they fuddled
Out of unnecessary many libations
Where were the gods, where!!!!!!!!!

Now tell me, which god brought independence
Obatala,Antuah or Shango or Ori
Was Mandela a god
No, No , hold on, was Nkrumah a deity
Okay, Maybe Kenyatta was a friend to some Trees
The Pyramids made Egyptians or Egyptians made the pyramids?
Okomfo Anokye brought the stool
but who was Okomfo Anokye, a man?
Or the gods too feared the guns
they too had not seen white men before and were shy
hahahha, oh my shy gods come and come [avatar user=”Oppong Clifford Benjamin” size=”100″ align=”right” link=”/author/oppong-clifford-benjamin”] show me where I should write your names in the history

Tell me the place of the gods in our history?

By Kweku Atta Crayon (Part one of “Faraway Lamentations)

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Class 3 Printing Fee

Class 3 Printing Fee

All seated in arranged rows and columns...

All seated in arranged rows and columns…

 

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He stood in a tired uniform
Well ironed and tucked
And his shorts fusiform
Today was exams day
and he couldn’t wait to write

He walked to Mum in her room
for the usual morning blessings
But His Mum tried to tell him
that he probably should stay home
He bowed his head and she threw her eyes away
They both knew why, and why it was best to stay

But He knew what to say
To tell his teacher’s cane
and his mates who might laugh again
Of why he will write but can’t pay

His Mother knew this would be another day
when her second child will end education
And chase after life around the traffic light
She sensed the aroma of history
Repeating itself today and tried harder to keep him at home
But the little boy went to school
ready to tell all about why he will write but can’t pay

They were many kids
All seated in arranged rows and columns
and he saw the blank desk.
It was Obvious Kweku wouldn’t come

One by one, the teacher
inspected their printing fee receipts
Some showed a full year, others for the term
And he sat there hoping to do magic

At last the teacher got to his desk
And every child was searching
With their faces covered with laughs
An old story, he will be thrown out again
And certain he knew today was a landmark

Show me your receipt, the T requested
If you don’t have go home, a boy retorted
No printing fee, no paper, another dared to shout
And now, they all teased

“am sorry you will have to go home”
He stood up and looked backed
Opened his mouth as if to cry and again he shut
“Go on, do you have anything to say?”, the T asked

In tears, he closed his eyes
Clapped both palms together
And like a humble prayer,he said

“I don’t want to be like Kwabena, my elder brother
who lost his education on this same day
and whose daily bread is now oven
by the red light on the street.

I don’t want my mother to keep wishing for graduates
Yet cries to the truth that she couldn’t afford one
I don’t want any of my mates here
think am dumb without a chance to prove myself

Don’t talk of my father, he is long resting
And heaven is far away from earth
He too had a task for me, become an engineer
Please Sir, Allow me education
One day we both won’t regret.

This minute, you are deleting a future
This minute, you can create a destiny
This minute break the rules
To make an engineer, and Heaven will smile.
This is my humble plea”

He opened his eyes to his ultimate dismay
Every eye was already flooding
and the teacher apologized and promised him his help henceforth.

Her Mum, took the exams question paper [avatar user=”Oppong Clifford Benjamin” size=”100″ align=”right” link=”/author/oppong-clifford-benjamin”] and asked; how did you do it?

Now he is a civil engineering student
An Award winning Poet.
and the author of this particular piece.

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Written By: Oppong Clifford Benjamin. ( From “My Family and Money”)

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