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Goodbye - For Eaw

So She knew
That declaration of love
It took me by surprise
We hadn’t spoken for decades
The cut off when I didn’t reply
Later the daily prayers she sent up
I still did not know
Then the bald picture
It frightened me
She asked how I liked it
I replied in silence
She sensed my shock and lied
Its my new hair style
I completely missed it
She called to say Happy D died
I was sad and cried a little
We grew up together
They were both my (girl)friends
She asked me to send a donation
Then sent pictures at the funeral
She looked healthy with her white smile
When we parted as teenagers
That smile always stayed with me
We used to be mischievous
Playing in the rain all wet
Everybody knew then she left
And now two more pictures
She had lost a lot of weight
I barely recognized her
A gold ring on her withered hand
A grandchild on the other
They were dressing for church
Several months passed
I called again in vain
Finally the news came
She was gone …
She couldn’t wait for me
I have been thinking of her
Those days long long ago
I would wait up to catch a glimpse
Or perhaps to talk as she came by
I remember her other leaving
Like this one without goodbye
She had shielded me again
I just now caught on

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Death

If you ever
meet death
tell him
i stopped by
he wasn’t home

I knocked on
his door
only silence
only darkness
he was lucky

Tell him
i know what
he did
crushed alhaji
under the trailer

Stole daniel
only 4 hrs old
took dad
while i was away
the coward

If you see death
warn him
i lay in wait
i’m not hurried
i’ve come for him

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After Love

after love
i lay me down
... and sigh

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Esther At the Gate

There she stood 
Legs akimbo
The sun setting
behind her

The maize crop
in green bloom
pitch darkness
besides her

The gateman's bench
Empty yet
The sentry door
Open still

Esther at the gate
her dark shadow
the grey sand
at her feet

Her white skirt
The white gate
Her white smile
The white lamp

Her low flats on
the brown grass
Velvet black skin
Color of her hair

Oh! Oh! Esther!

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Obituary

In ghana
no one dies
before a short illness
no tarriness
quick, swift

no prolonged sickness
debilitating, painful
by the barrel of a gun
or incantation
by the bonnet of a car
or prophecy

no one dies
no sudden death
before a short illness
no one

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Muthoni - From Kenya

We used to wait outside 
at the girls rooming house
by the Ohio in Cincinnati

Sex does not self heal
Nor does the salamander  
we trapped under the moss

We always said
We'd die together
At daybreak
We knew better

Love does not always
fill the heart
On rainy nights
It kills the heart

The noon at the clinic
shall remain our secret
The long recovery
Bittersweet

We woke this morning
To our failed romance
Your boyfriend from Somalia
He was right

Some women are exotic
Like goldfish
only less slippery
Always out of reach

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After the Revolution

We shall meet again, my friend
in Johannesburg, my friend
After the revolution

Ha! Ha! Ha!
We shall dine on gold plates
And wine on rich red blood

We shall roam the open veldt
from Pietersburg to Natal
Cape Town to Port Elizabeth
Our spears raised in triumph
Our poisoned arrows in their sheaths
Our teeth sharpened for the dinner party

Yes, we shall roam, my friend
From the Limpopo to the Drakensburg
We shall chant
We shall shout
We shall sing and jump and dance
After the revolution

Like the savannah in flames
Our laughter shall be heard
across the length and breadth
of this earth, my friend
Our darkness shall permeate
the golden castles and silver beaches
their presence has putrefied 
They all shall be cleansed

Heja! my friend
Till we meet again
in Johannesburg 
After the revolution

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Life

If life gives you lemons
You make lemonade, then
You drink it

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Amilcar Cabral - To the Cadres

Tell no lies
Sing no songs
No false praise

Oppose without violence
One can always
Get used to war

Mask no difficulties
Claim no easy
Victories

Know what you want
Cringe at fear
Attack not defend

Learn to walk
Rapidly
Don't run

Do more 
Say less
Educate

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Third World

The rest of us
caught here
in the web
of a foreign arachnid

We prop up
his appendages
and force feed
his proboscis

Those of us
blinded here
by his pure
dark whiteness

Grope and slash
in the excrement
of his dying
putrefaction

In a world
good for others
they concentrate
us in harm

And our children
play in the backyard
of beyond
forever like
the rest of us