My name on your lips
Whisper it as we become one
As if it’s a fervent prayer
Or a dying wish
Repeating with the movements of our hips and lips
The pure heroine coursing from your tongue to mine
Clutching tightly onto my rosary
In need of a Hail Mary pass to detach from you
From your skin
Your sweat anoints my breasts
Each perked like they’re receiving blessing
My legs wide open like I’m receiving a benediction
You moan the hymns into my ears
The canticles of your name escape into yours
Knees bent as if in prayer
Facing east but you’re standing tall
I’m going to hell in so many different religions but I’d rather escape into your heaven
You’re my hallelujah for a brief moment
Our only Sharia is that we love while we’re alive
So savage my Mecca till you find another lover
Trail your prayers across my back
Bless me with your kisses
As we worship our bodies in this beautiful sin
Amon Ra shines through the window pane as if to bless our worship
I’m entrapped in your arms
Aphrodite is jealous of us.
And in the still of the hot African day
With the traffic still blaring outside and the hawkers yelling their wares
All the gods look down on our bed
As we embrace in the warmth of our sin
But I heard you moan oh God, as our bodies whispered our final Amen.
And you finally believe in one of them
But I still don’t know which one.
Month: January 2015
The silence of the night was too golden to be tainted. Maye tried not to let her feet hurt the cold wooden floor boards as she tiptoed over them. But one or two let out mournful moans.
In the day, they wouldn’t have sounded half as loud. But at 2am the sounds always seemed louder. As if the silence was a loudspeaker, amplifying everything.
She was sure her mother had heard them. Cursing the tattle tale boards in her head, she proceeded. The door was so close yet so far away. She could hear her heart rampaging loudly against her rib cage and wondered if her parents in the next room could hear it too.
Just one more step and her hand was against the door knob. A smile broke across her soft chubby face as she turned it.
Her face was basked in the yellow light, and she could have sworn she heard Angels burst out in a hallelujah chorus.
Her eyes scanned the area frantically. She need it. Badly.
Spotted. Gleaming in all its perfection. Her eyes dilated by a fraction and her heart did a flip flop.
She was sure that was the tattler later as she laid in bed.
Because just as soon as she reached her hand out to get the chocolate cake, the kitchen was basked in the white fluorescent.
Her mother stood in the doorway looking like A guardian of the holy gates. Her white bonnet looking like a helmet, her long nightgown a cloak and her frown made her look battle ready.
“Maye!” She exclaimed, “will you drop that cake and go back to bed?!”
Maye was too flabbergasted to move. She had planned it all out perfectly. This was not supposed to have failed. She was drawn out of her reverie when her mother dragged her away from the fridge and towards her room.
Her chubby fingers outstretched as if she could call the cake out to her.
Another night in her large bed. Her chubby body almost none existent under the fluffy sheets. Her stomach made a loud noise. It couldn’t be defined. It wasn’t a growl, or a howl. More like a dying screech. She pulled the covers tighter over her belly.
Mom fed her with nasty juices and salads. She didn’t won’t a fat child. She was an ex supermodel for goodness sakes. No way her 13 year old daughter would be a chubby mess.
Maye squeezed her face as her tummy made another noise. She was going to rub it as comfort when she spotted a brow stain on her index and forefinger.
She smiled as she licked the chocolate frosting off her fingers with as much delicateness as she could muster.
She smiled a bit as she hugged herself to sleep. She’d lost this battle, but she couldn’t help but feel a little victorious inside.
Let’s these raindrops float like butterflies
It’s raining still in the harmattan
I am dry as the leaves that fall down
And so I fall down
I crumple
I tear
I pour out
These vats and bowls have been poured out
Empty barrels just cry out
We make the most noise
It ain’t our choice
When all is lost you’ve got only your voice
No one will help you to fight
Your solitude is enough for the bright lights to blur out
They’re in light and I am in darkness
I cry out
My empty barrels they cry out.
See you and your big paunches you take me for a fool
Throwing big numbers around acting like I’m the fool
Doing little of this or doing nothing at all
Swallowing up the juicy meat and throwing me the bones
I hope you choke on your big bites
No. I pray you choke and die on your big bites
I am filled with hate for your round face and your thick cheeks
Die of a heart attack you pig meat.
You are what you eat so you are obviously money
Dirty money
Blood money
Cos those coins could’ve saved Baby Kofi when he needed that money
Needed food
Needed shelter
Needed a hospital and drugs and clean water
Needed THE money you used to buy a new whip
R8
AMG C63
V8
You’re still gonna use our money to buy the gas that we need
Yeah we relate
And we relate
We live in the same country but you the great
And all I have is my voice and my empty barrels
Hold up its night time and my voice just carries in the dark
You’re the light
Cos your house is the place with light
Generator constantly on standby
I standby with my lantern in Hand
Heart seething as my light source flickers
Kerosene’s too expensive
Charcoal too
Cos you’re cutting all the trees to build corporate zoos
Concrete zoos with corporate moos
You fat cows yoked to the system that makes you bow down
Say yes sir to the man upstairs that you hate
But you’re only there cos you get the leftovers of what he ate
Anything than to be me
With my flickering lantern and dirt poor roads
Another baby down the road just went home
My empty barrels make the most noise
Let the raindrops fall in
Slowly
But there’s still hope
I know this
Cos it’s still raining in the harmattan.
Written with Kennetha Brown
It started with taking shots
Quickly like I’m in a battle
Then I’m stuck in rehab
After the bullet was stuck to my chest
And I didn’t even feel any pain
I laughed when I saw the bloodshot alcohol drip out my veins
I need help.
But I’m much too proud to admit that
I’m too beautiful to be drunk
Too messed up to be a teetotaller
Sweating out the alcohol in my system they run me at a fever
But in my nightmares all I see you and that kind of makes me smile
You’re my favourite demon
You’re the one who stole my heart
With you, I confused feeling love and feeling pain
Now i’d rather just feel anything at all
Beaten by the storm but I’m awash with nothing
Screaming out a song but they can’t hear my voicing
My sound is deluded, my sight is a smoke screen
My eyes are a blood red and my blood is a deep green
My spirit is mourning and my soul is a dark dream
So let my heart sing of its empty pain
My mind deal with the hurt and shame
Cos when tides turn and the winds change
I know I’ll find my strength again
We’re killing you softly with our pride and ambition.
Our selfish souls and greed are sucking out your beautiful aura it seems.
You gave us love and all we ever did was rape you.
Take advantage of your beauty turned it into a mess.
Our failure.
Asaase Yaa breathe easy, breathe slowly.
This is an apology but it won’t last long
I’m only trying to let you understand that your child is a little unholy.
So these sins against you it comes as easy as a heartbeat to me.
Asaase Yaa lived in the clouds, the trees, the oceans
Flowing hair, flawless skin.
Silky kinks, pursing lips, full cheeks, fuller hips, long strides, beautiful backside.
Men would always stare at her backside.
She spoke; it sounded like June time rains and her smile smelled like mango skins
Her eyes shine like fireflies in the nights she possessed
And the nights she possessed the land, the land was embraced in her beauty
Her rivers flowed freely, and clear
Her tears gave life and never death
Her bosom hid the treasures and the secrets of the universe
And under the moonlight you would hear her whisper it along with the breath of the sleeping birds
And then she fell in love
She was a giving lover so she gave it her all
He sucked her dry and cleaned her out
Her green pastures are deserts now
Her eyes are sunken
Her breasts are fallen
Her backside is non existent
She’s all bones no flesh
And he loves her no more.
I weep for Asaase Yaa my mother
But I’m her killer too.
Sucking out the last few drops of her fertile milk
Seeking out the last of her inheritance
Ploughing all her beauty with my metal monsters and concrete ghouls
The true monsters lie in your blood
Asaase Yaa my mother
I’m the monster from your womb
I’m greedy and selfish
I want more
And as I draw your last life I cry with you
Because I love you but I must grow too
And when you die
I’ll die along with you
Sting like Bee 
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