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For whence my DNA is prosperity

and birthright a yoke of honey

who shouldest curse thy pot


For whence my wealth is dew

and sinew pillar is renewed

who shouldest cast the dark shadow


For whence my life is green

and on this meadow

the god of oblivion is no ally

who shouldest fight the rains


For whence I am weak and bleak

and lost in the soul of time,

who shouldest proclaim my sleep in the sight of God


This guest had no tastier snuff

to offer me hand to reach the high shelf

and as a humble sheep,

with no guided light of the shepherd,

I have learnt to bleat my own bleat

and chew the cud in my own discrete pent


So ask not of me to fetch you hope

from the gourd of which your hands could not enter.


I shall rise in your time

I shall rise in your reign

For the winds to echo my name in distant glories


Copyright © 11-06-2013

Michael Kwaku Kesse Somuah



Sikaman has always been my name
it was my birthright
which was passed on from my ancestors
to my grandfather, who sowed the seeds
on fertile lands and allowed not the rains pour
to germinate that which had been planted
Sikaman…. Agya Sikaman, had a gourd
filled to the brim with water
and would sprinkle them on these pallets
so the gods would match his hard work
with fruits and wealth of his labor

Sikaman has always been my name
My grandfather planted this yoke
and before his death,
fastened its walking stick
into a distant galaxy
and opined to my father, “bear Sikaman as a tattoo
of our household name, for there lies thy glory”.
Sikaman… Agya Sikaman, I recalled had a calabash
always full of fermented palm sap
and would look to the skies
as his Kente wax, scares the eyes of the cursed
by pouring libation to the gods of our ancestors

Sikaman has always been my name
the wit of my father
and tensile strength
which bears jewelries of gold and cola
for thy sons and daughters behold says,
“little by little fills up the bowl”.

Copyright © 15-07-2013
Michael Kwaku Kesse Somuah