CONTACT

I met a lady earlier today
She wore a smile both ways
Glowing in the middle of today
Beauty was on full display
That I stammered on what to say
How many words could replace okay
I mean aside "oh" and "kay"
I hope she never find mistakes
Like how many times I said hey
Spitting out very few words like Dré
Or the number of times I interrupted before she could say okay.
Don't let her leave I pray
At least after a drink but not this way

She doesn't say much but just okay

We end there so she turns to go away
And I also find my way


But as we take timid steps in our directions
Slowly beneath this sky of tension

Lips quivering as if to mention
Something we never mentioned
Like there's something we both missing

A little event we can't down play
Especially if we're going straight like ray

Something we both want from each other
And something that will keep us closer
Even if not to together, then somewhere nearer

So I beckoned her back before she goes further


Her feet carried her easier than before

Until she's closer

And she's glad that I was quick to remember

So with that awesome smile she says:

"I know you called to ask for my number"

C. O. N. T. A. C. T.

Pampanaa

The Cocktail

A French Kiss is a highly sought after cocktail made of a very distinct blend of two very carefully wetted and willful lips mixed together with the tongues to stir and reach the depths of the passion fruits under an amorous setting. Best served and enjoyed in intimate situations ie sunset, beach, park bench, closets spaces, under bridges, in parked cars, under the mistletoe, on picnic mats, and so on mostly ending in  blood rushing up and down the brain and other delicate parts in uninformed yet alarming degrees. 

This cocktail though barely alcoholic has the intoxicating effects of 3 bottles of vodka flirt under a long nasal draw of the narcotic menace of Cocain. 

Hence explaining perfectly the reason for the absurd spikes in heart beats. 

In the cases of the young or if you may first timers the French Kiss tend have effects such as momentary loss of focus, imaginary scenes leading to broader smiles and laughter and greater energy spikes. 

These effects even sports men and women only experience in bits after winning  gold. The effects are best achieved under very favorable conditions such as sharing the cocktail with a highly desired partner, in a soothing degree of jasmine laced cologne in a mutually desired place of convenience which widely varies across cultures and ages as the very drops that make the sea. 

Persons who patronize this cocktail tell of compare the feeling to that of having fireworks go off in your head whiles your legs disappear wriggly like a jelly fish lost in space. 

Coherently the French Kiss is mostly enjoyed in the following situations 

• After what turns out to have been a very very successful date. 
• A triumphant seal of a marriage agreement. 
• A triumphant return of a beloved from a journey.  And in very rare but highly possible occasions since I write from experience. 
• Total strangers engaging in their very first conversation properly and much politely. 

The French Kiss remains the most preferred cocktail and don't be hesitant to share a few with a much deserving companion

The Cocktail named French Kiss

Pampanaa

Step Mother

It's not because she's not my mother
And not because I called her mother
It's not because she was the other
And my birth was by another

It's not because of what we shared
Well aside the rod she never spared
Or the scars that portrayed her care
It's not like her memories were blurred

It's not like she chose to pamper
A rivals son who ruined her slumber
Or wished for an extra adventurous number
It's not like she was the  kindest member

But it's like she acted the part mother,
A lot more worse than the other
After all she wasn't just any other
And she wasn't going to pretend to be another

It's like because of what we shared
She can't just watch the rod be spared
Until scars were visible to portray she cared
And became the very memory that never blurred

It's like she promised to love and pamper
A rivals son till he ruined her slumber
As she had always wanted an adorable number
Because she was the kindest member

It's not like I judge her now
Neither do I admire her brow

But it's like once she had the chance
She became the first to change the dance

MY STEP-MOTHER

Pampanaa

Expenses

I think spending everyday
Spending beyond amounts and figures
Spending treasures I can't measure
Yet I'm spending under no pressure
Neither am I spending on anything that warrants pleasure

I may be spending without currencies
Running deep into starving deficiencies
With no idea of my limits and fantasies
Who knows what next I might be spending like it were cheap


So I asked my conscience and he says

He realized I'm spending every hate on my enemies
So much there's barely enough for the sinful me
Or these slavery days I'm still living out on my knees
So I'm only finding faults with everyone except me

He says I'm spending time on everything but myself
Like my work so I get to look wealthy
And spend on everything but never be healthy
Or spend on helping like a hero until I'm praised and admired
So I have a heart of gold but I'm spending eternity mining neglecting my own family

Funny how I'm spending nothing and expecting everything
Like denying myself respect yet expecting too much from everyone
So I'm the bitter opposition who can't better my current position yet I hope for higher positions

He says I'm spending words in poetry and expecting their praise in return,
Like if it wasn't for my pieces they would ever look my direction when they turn...

True I barely realized how much I spent or how much I received in return,
But...
I just hope these words don't leave me like some mere....

EXPENSES

Pampanaa 

Copy Cats

There's been a new addition to the zoos across the world
Not an alien species but  they growing rapidly
The fastest growing population of organisms

Quite fascinating to the eyes of the observer

At least I dare say so

Barely harmless because they come untamed
Yet they come in chains caged by their blindness
They are known to have an ever wild and growing appetite so please beware anyone  could be a victim

Might be less effective keeping them in zoos
Even thought that's exactly where they belong
Because they live next door and even right where we always see but never notice them....Yes,

That person in our mirrors

I didn't mean to offend you but it's true

They came to being the days we chose to:
"be like" because we felt inadequate with "being" that we forgot our individuality
And had to cast away our originality
Just to spend more on becoming best copies of beings that heighten our inferiority

You are most welcome to suggest some names from their dictionaries

But for the only cats without paws, whiskers and tails,

Allow me reintroduce the.....

COPY CATS

Pampanaaa

High Pitched

Up on the elevated side of the church facing the audience,
Where the voices reached the heavens in harmony
And my dry pitched "forzeto" joined in both ruining and complimenting at will.

Up on that barely concrete stage,
Sang a voice so blameless,
I bet the heavens were quick to meet this one that.
I had to hold my jaw to be sure it wasn't open like the others

Interestingly even our seats had lost comfort that standing in my undersized shoes felt ideal

The strings and keys were right but the pitch I heard subdued all notes to my hearing

It was hers and I knew it, feeling perfect where mine won't fit.
Forgive my description but something very magical could best fit.

Her voiced soared left my heart sore and I hummed along like a broken chord.

Don't think after here I'll go write a poem

After all what will I call it when it going to be all about her voice.

Pampanaa

HEARTLESS

You know anyone whoever called me heartless was mostly right

 because 

I thought I used my brain more and my heart less

Like the way I played the love game safe and always gave excuses more 

because 

I followed my heart less

Like giving my seed but my heart less so whoever got pregnant, knew I cared less

But I can barely tell if you mock me or just wanna state the obvious when you say I'm heartless

Because I was literally complete until I met you, lost my heart to you for none in return
Exactly the word, Heartless.

Funny how the tables turn and yet your every action makes me ache and burn

Because no matter how hard I pretend you have me exactly the way I should have been...

HEARTLESS

Pampanaa

GAPS Between Us

I know I broke things and brought it all down
Your walls and all, even the upside down frown
And yet I still wear this fake smile like a clown

But we both know we lost our hearts onetime
But failed to noticed we had each others at that time
Because we only considered our desires a crime
And left our honey for the sours of lime.

You still blame me because I think you are guilty
Because we had many conversations but they never ended pretty

Tomorrow barely excites me now because you aren't here when I wake
Even though I couldn't tell how different you were from fake
Yet my words are mostly too foul yet I can't tell what they break
I know you never expect too much when I'm barely worth half of what you make.

I'm not sorry for the distance and words between us
Because I know they could still build a bridge between us
But then again our answers to this fate lies....between us.

Pampanaa

Untitled

I need a woman,
A woman willing to eat KOOBI and plantain
With me in my single room.
A woman who chooses to wait for TROTRO
even when there is a taxi in waiting.

A woman who faces reality than dreams.
A woman who survives not on love only.
Someone prepared to use coalpot and charcoal
to cook.

A woman who is different and special.
A woman who will force me even when
I plead tiredness to christian meetings.
I need that woman badly.
                                                mothyrhymez

Kind Of Love. (K.O.L)

I think I need the kind of love we both imagined
I mean the kind of love they barely mentioned
I mean the kind of love that makes February 14 just a date
Because every other day is another chance to spell love from fate.

I need this kind of love that is never understood in Latin or Greek
I mean the kind that barely cares how much I wear all week
Whether the finest from the dollar tag boutique or the recycled from bend-down boutique
We compliment each other for looking perfectly unique

I mean the kind of love that makes the artist in me careless about fashion
Because it's only her I find worth impressing
And I do appreciate my audience but surely don't wanna give them the wrong impressions.

I need the kind of love that gives your ideas an audience
Place a kiss on your forehead as if in acceptance
And whispers into your ears how they barely made any sense

I mean no need for pretense but what I seek has never been.
Only hoped, told, dream of or most probably inspired by a movie scene
You know that very one that filled us with so much dreams when we were teens
I'm probably just saying if not asking...... why define what we share by what they expect we be......
When actually what we share has never been?

Pampanaa

L.A.W Abiding

A brother serves jail time for a crime he did one time
One time or most times I'm never saying he's right
But he's guilty of stealing bread to save another man's life
Yet the police brought guns to arrest a man unarmed
Jabbed and slapped him down unto his knees
And all he could whisper was..... please

Please, I'm just a broke man trying to survive in these streets
No one to help and I've got younger siblings to feed
For lack of honest jobs I even turned down selling weed
But what's that worth anyways when it's only a condemned man you see.

On the elevated platform sits the man who upholds the law
Or uses it at will to hide his deeds and flaws
Today he doesn't bend the law because he's never been at fault
And even when he does he can afford an attorney
Or just wave a dollar bill and the police does his will

Who knows if the mallet he so upholds came out of his wallet

Crimes and laws will fight all day and night
But crimes will always break laws when they have the right
Because you are only condemned when it comes to light
All the laws you left broken in the shade of night.

So choose a side whiles you have a choice

But if you break the laws,...

Just don't get caught!

Pampanaa

Unique Creator

Happy is the man who trusts in Jehovah
Righteousness will walk before him like Noah
No matter your tongue, be it Ewe or Xhosa
Remember you are dealing with a merciful and compassionate persona

Put your trust in Him and you won't have to look over your shoulder
His word  is Truth and no mere propaganda
So you there reading this sipping your coca cola
Do your best, push hard, contribute your quota
Spread His name from Oklahoma all the way through the Arizona
Tell people He brought fourth the earth, promises Paradise and over
You can do it anywhere, even in your Toyota
Not forgetting you there smoking the marijuana
And your friend beside you inhaling the aroma


Remember He is grand and awe-inspiring to all who surround Him
He is truly good to all who are pure in heart.
A perfect example is our very own Aunty Hannah
You can - just like that man Saul
Who literally changed his name to Paul
Make known His faithfulness to all generations.
                                                              Kandlelightrhymez
                                                               Mothyrhymez

A weird girl I met today

She sat next to me,
The bus was not that full,
She took a palm mirror,
Her hand went straight to the hair,
Dark and well curved face,
I thought I should compliment,
But she was repulsive,
The face that looked abusive,
So through out the journey,
The silence wasn't broken,
A spasm of infatuation ,
I felt with such an unwelcoming bus mate,
But that was my today's fate,
A weird girl I met today...

#mothyrhymez

                                                   A Life's Work

Life is nothing more than a poet's words
 written on a scrap of parchment
Pen to paper, mind to reality, 
We are all stories created
What lies in your pages?
Darkness and pain or flourishing color and life? 
Look within and the pages turn back
Read the works of your author and smile
Whoever you may be you are perfectly you 
And that's all you can ever aspire to be.

#Pampanaa
#Nino Brown
# Nonfa crew

Poetry jux got me thinking?
Doesn't have to rhyme always.

#mothyrhymez

Wild Guesses

I might be wrong or so I hope but either way I hope and know I'm just guessing

We say some people are responsible for the wrongs so we can all be right

Well until you are caught no one is a criminal

So we blame the top and vice versa

And we go back and forth with nothing better

We live in filth like pigs and blame the Lions for not cleaning after us

Here comes the floods, fires and disaster well you can bet we blame the very institutions we are paid to manage

So we get burnt in the middle of a heavy rainfall

We feel so sick yet we look to the sicker doctors for help

The very ones who murdered unborn babies in the name of abortion or whatever justifies them like profession

We say systems barely work forgetting we used an envelope to by-pass the systems

So our youth fear the future because even their present is barely sure

We say terrorist are the beasts here to tear our lives apart

Forgetting just yesterday they were the voices we never lent our ears when they were falling apart

Even the very guns we fear are the ones we carry

They only became weapons when we decided to use them to settle every problem

Truth is the gun never killed anyone

Whoever did is the person you see in your mirror

Kandlelight Rhymez

Pampanaa

High Pitched

Up on the elevated side of the church facing the auditorium,

Where the voices reached the heavens in harmony

And my dry pitched "forzeto" joined in both ruining and complimenting at will.

Up on that barely concrete stage,

Sang a voice so blameless,

I bet the heavens were quick to meet this one that.

I had to hold my jaw to be sure it wasn't open like the others

Interestingly even our seats had lost comfort that standing in my undersized shoes felt ideal

The strings and keys were right but the pitch I heard subdued all notes to my hearing

It was hers and I knew it, darkly velvet with the new fit.

Forgive my description but anything very musical could best fit.

Her voiced soared till my heart sored and I hummed along like a broken chord.

Don't think after here I'll go write a poem

After-all what will I call it when it going to be all about her voice.

Kandlelight Rhymez

Pampanaa

Untitled

Before this piece about my homeland Ghana

I will like a glass of the finest Asana.

When that is done be sure to join me do the Agbadza and Adowa

Breath deep the freedom and exhale the over forty nine tongues

From the all ten regional lungs

All in one land, my homeland, the pride land. 

The land Osagyefo defended with bare hands

Erected on the blood of the fathers

The warriors who thought beyond belly matters

The matyrs

The home of glory

The home to all yet open to more 

Because our diversity is our core.

So when looking for the one word to sum it all up to full,

Just take that deep breath and let it out slowly,

'' Beautiful"

I hope Odomankoma hears our prayer.

Saves our kind from the slayer

Revives the warrior bloods of Nkrumah

And above all makes us greater and stronger

So help me God.

Kandlelight Rhymez

Pampanaa

Nkrumah lives on

MAYBES

I still feel lonely in this crowd yet they all look present

Maybe they had a loud conversation except maybe their voice was absent

Maybe just maybe they look my direction and saw hollow
 so they made me the walkway and even you followed

Maybe just maybe their hate should be warmer 
because this love has all thermomemeters below zero

Yes maybe they reached when they were free
 because maybe I would respond even in the middle of busy

Maybe they want me or not or maybe its all my fault or maybe that's why they tie the knot to seal the rot.

Maybe am only writing in tears 
because maybe there's too much to do than face my fears or borrow an ear

Maybe I have said enough

Kandlelight Rhymez

Pampanaa

‪

"SUSUBIRIBI"

Mama, Papa bra b3hw3

Your son is now all over the news

I heard he is now their superstar

Oh, and he is very wanted

There's no arena he hasn't entered

Well the say he is super talented

An entertaining genius and lyrically centered

I guess you are proud or maybe

If not then you just lost a baby

He is every parents dream lately

And his supposed spouses keep doubling like crazy

But, Mama, Papa were you always there

When His present was only yesterday's dream

and he faced the knocks and cried a stream

Nursed the scars from bruises without a cream

Till now he looks blameless or so it seems

Yet his tears are visible to only His pillows

Wishing His past was an easy pill to swallow

And you, had looked a bit beyond the shallow

And never turned your face or withdrawn your shadows

For today he is a star alright

But where were you when he cried all night

because you shut your doors to your dreaming son

Sent him out of sight because you had the right

And cursed the day you showed him light.

Well, I hope your conscience can sleep tight.

Kandlelight Rhymez

Pampanaa.

La Ville

UNTITLED

The village from far looks perfect

Completely united and far from neglect

Home to all when all is home

You can almost taste the "Unity"

Well that's the hope for every community

The village now closer lacks respect

And is the perfect look of neglect.

The orphan is shunned and called names

And wealth drives all insane and desperate

Yet those of wealth play the greedy games

Fathers from their responsibilities flee without shame

Leaving young mothers and bastards with no name

Bloodshed everywhere in the chase for power

Scorching the innocent to wilt like a flower

It is not all bad from roots upwards

It is also home to the drunkard artist

Who sings it all whilst our wriggling waist twist

Rhythm for rhythm we embrace the sunset.

The Village from far hopefully looks on.

Kandlelight Rhymez

Pampanaa