ECHOES FROM THE PIT

PILGRIMAGE From the Hole Zeus* yoke to bear After the Hole Arrowed to Atlas **and Hercules*** Holed to the Hole Arched by Hades**** To a Hole Hades guest to be. IMPUNITY Honor greets the paths of the honorable The eyes to lead our blinded paths To routs us through Hells fiery paths And land us with ease at Eldorado That place of bliss, we longed to be But our lots is fallen on desert land A shattering of all we dreamt of As our pleas had fallen on deaf ears I’d heard of the maxim of the Shepherd To lay one’s life for sheep, the utmost But these ones’ fleeces the lean and vulnerable Hiding behind the robes of honor made desecrate Philandering with restless abandon And make their tag a rue to loot With a display of all their stolen laurels Trophies amassed as spoils of war Demons cloaked in apparels of Lights A rehearse of the ancient psyche To summon victims in the muezzin robes And ensnare them with the nonsensical jargons Walking about in borrowed robes of piety A cover up of their heinous natures Brute beast of natures Fit only for the eunuchs and gallows When the cats become the mice keeper? Anything is everything When the dogs eat its bony garlands? Who dares raise a finger? For the Lord had become the criminal And is abetted by the applauding ignorant Who Lazarus’s at his palatial tables And so walks the streets with brazen impunity NO Simple but complex Short but long The words that bought my freedom Unreining me from this grip Crippling my destiny Yes, oft positive But here an inferno Unjamming my marauder’s door Exposing my wretchedness Barring me from my throne I thought I was a giant But dwarfed by this onslaught The little foxes that destroy my vine Breaking my resolutions As I still dwell in mire My food had been tears Trusting on my senses Oft letting me down For I spur Calvary’s gain To please the me in me Lord, help me to say NO To this tantalizing lures Sweet but bitter Highway to the grave A wipe off my destiny YES had sunk my ship Deflating my esteemed ego The blot on my ecclesiastics Greek gift from hades Cabul of my glory NO I can’t NO I won’t NO I don’t I oft resolve But chained to YES This guilt is eating me up Hurting the ones I love As I barter my destiny for flings Never leaning from my forebears Whose scars are bare to me I seem the unlearned A brute in action Master of secrecy Feigning the pious But in reality a whore I am tired of it all Seeking relief in nothingness The habits learnt in prison A slave that loves its chain Keeping me marooned in life When will my succor come? Who will free me from hades grips? That ensign of destruction? Since I spur Calvary’s gain And heed Solomon’s philandering Maranatha I cry Freedom from this holding cell A break of this unending cycle Relief to my restless soul As HE walks me up the stairs LORD help me say NO To lures that barter my glory The dangles that enslaves Oft looking innocuous But an inferno masked in a spark NANA There she sways The mimic of the ruffled feathers A dance from Quadra box Following the dance step of Tantalus A mirage that spurs to death As she peacocks her way through your heart Bearer of Cupid poisoned arrows Unaware of the baits she dangles Nana, famed daughter of Asante Beloved daughter of the motherland I’ll heard of your valor of old Precious daughter of *Yaa Asantewa The protégé of the great amazon of the west coast As she rein his life with his beaded waist Igniting passions with her pendulous boobs A reflect of the name she bears The streams calls for the earthen pot A reverb of the watchful rooster And beckons her to content the sheltered vase Balanced delicately on the plaited head That thicket clad with the offal of the shear butter With the hum of the ancient lullaby As she held the street captive In silence but anesthetizing gait The reflect of the African beauty I smell afar the simmering earthen pot **Abemkwa, that buttered delicacy served with Fufu No, it is ***Nkatinkwa accompanied by *** Omo Tuo Yes, I know it is ****Banku married to Okro stew What of your ****Kenkey with the Volta’s tilapia Recipe’s that confirms my Sonship A revel of the delicacies of the motherland Served from your delicate hands I can smell you from afar The***** Akwaba that rants the air Yes, you are the damsel with the famed ******Kente That apparel laced with Gold Beaded daughter of Gold coast Nana, I’d vowed to take you home Or take the vows of the hermit As I long to take you in my embrace UGEGBE NA ATUKPA (THE GLORIOUS MIRROR AND LANTERN OF MY LINEAGE) Ugegem e ti wa (my mirror is shattered) With offer of a scintillating panorama Cascading shapes ill-defined Paths crisscrossing in unison While mockers bare their teeth Because you flew away Atukpam anyushi (My lantern is extinguished) With darkness groping unawares Our paths suddenly in oblivion A stumble through the gauntlet With the vultures craving a feast Because you answered the call My eyes is plucked The window into my destiny I’d become a friend of Braille Reliant on instinct and grace With Brutus taking his seat When you crossed the sea Nnem, four seasons had gone Seasons that seems decades A mother unequalled A woman unmatched Princess of Ukpaka Great daughter of Ede Mama, I’d always called you My eye and confidant Life without you is tough Missing your several vigils But your legacy spurs us on To become the envy of our kind