THE JOURNEY TO UNDERTAKE

 

I have heard that the brave are not easily defeated

The warriors of our land are hard to compromise, not even Google

The journey of a thousand miles start with a single step, yes, Amazon stocks would remind

If I need humble myself and take it one after another, remind me,

If Duckduckgo would search wide than Google

Yet not known as much

Yes, if it all starts with a single step

It would be continued and completed with many footsteps already taken notice of

To he that is in haste

To he that thinks no need to continue

Togbe Klikor would demand maybe

“What pushed you to start at the first place?

What inspired you to start at the first place?

To them that resign to fate, not long enough to continue after all”

I say ‘Ayekoo, Ayekoo, Ayekoo’ to those on the journey

Which I just began so strongly

HUMANITY AND FRIENDS OF THE EARTH

 

If you ask King Solomon

“All is vanity”

To all that the ravens may gather in harvest time

Plant he the farmer

Who grows not the plants not age them to ripe

My simple message to all and sundry

To that which lives ones and  that would  someday

To live yet eternally somewhere I do not know

Live it well now

If need you believe that there is GOD

If need you believe that there is MAWUGA

If need you believe that there is AU JESUIS

And the rest maybe you can or?

Then do it now

If others continued not their journey again with you

You may to others

Humanity and to friends of the earth

If reason be, reason

If sleep be, compare to death

To them that would be in a trance

Believe or leave it

Man lives and dies once

RIVERS AND PENCILS

Which would I say is common to human?

He sees Efo Kwaku

“Wake up late”

Togbe Klikor waits for thousand hours

“Time to wake up”

Togbe Klikor gets angry

Calls and calls hitherto and Efo Kwaku would not here

Finally does and yet is too late

“And now he would stick to me

He would now stay closer”

Efo Kwaku does that for the remaining months

Yes, I quiet remember he would not even sit down in a day

From room 1 to room 2

And you can continue or?

If the ant is busy

Permit me to compare though

Rivers and pencils

A whole king

Yet like a river

Is his heart and mind in the hands of the Mawuga

Incredible!

Efo Kwaku becomes a good boy

Togbe Ahivor meets finally

Much more than Togbe Klikor could offer

Yes, Rivers and Pencils

I cannot just do much

NOTE “NOT FOR SALE”

 

Dangling, dangling and dangling

My old ceiling fan dangles

Bought some years ago I do not remember even

And now it is old

Though to say, I could sell it

In bits and bits

Not as that of King Solomon

Who will speak wisdom, born in it?

Yes, I know, His wisdom not for sale

 

Staggering, staggering and staggering

Like a drunkard

Who would be for more pot palm wine

At Mame Akosua door post

AS early as 3:00 AM

Yes, I do see him sometimes

Hm, they are for sale

Yes, so she sells them indeed

Very soon, Agbokpa

Yes Agbokpa, he will be poor

No, a pauper

He will drink in seedtime, slumber in harvest time

Not even Father Abraham would do that

In his days among others

Yes, I know wealth is not for sale

 

Reckless, useless and extravagant

Like a rich man lifestyle

Yes, often he would

When he thinks all to himself everything is

Where wishes are as commands

Thousand and one slaves’ and still counting

No! In our time

Cars, houses, lands, estates

Do help me continue, would you?

And thinking that all could possible be done in a day

Running, overtaking, in speed and in no time

Yes, but not as that of my Old friend Methuselah

Of course not,

Life is not for sale

Or, yes

Note “Not for sale”