MOMENTS OF SOBER REFLECTION 3

BY THE FOUNTAIN IN AKUAFO HALL

I smell the fragrance of the showers
I hear each note of the song:

‘Life is hard, but life is good
Come and wash your cares off’

The farmer and family, relishing the pot on the island in the pond.

The sun passes in silence
The grass and trees stand in audience:

Many have and more will walk this stone ring.

This scene may stand as long as I can’t tell.
The water may soon dry up.
But this poem lives in my heart
And the song is in the pond.

MOMENTS OF SOBER REFLECTION 2

A THOUGHT ON WOMEN

In my nineteen years on earth
I’ve seen and said and done many things:

I tried maths; it was difficult.
I tried science and though it just too boring
Though my French teachers like me,
I found them confusing.

Preachers are good people,
And teachers are strict.
Politicians are garrulous,
And the list runs on.

But women are beyond adjectives;

Predictable as chess,
Unpredictable as a programme line-up.
As complex as a labyrinth,
As simple as The Lord’s Prayer

MOMENTS OF SOBER REFLECTION 1

I will build a stage in my bedroom
On which to commune with my maker
When the world goes to sleep.

I will listen to and write every message he hands down to me:
‘Father,speak, thy servant heareth.’

The world will wake up to receive
Not caring about the giver or how they were received
Just savouring and applauding and observing to do.