The Sound Of Gas Explosion

Ghana is burning again
Her children, mourning in pain
And in no other place than the capital
The heart of the nation is on fire
Not to brighten our dark world
But burning on its own course
To flame lives and properties
Into it's pregnant belly once more
Haven't we fed fire with our blood
And sweat for too long?

Accra has made it to the news again
But what good does being in the front pages
Daily in the graphics do to us
When bad becomes the only word that convoys the news?
For how long ? will we allow
The world to mourn our loss
And mock us for our brains we sold
To buy greed and sell at cheaper prices


For how long? do we have to flood
The eyes of Ama Ghana all in the effort
Of quenching an avalanche of fire
Started by our own old hearts
Do we have to celebrate fire annually?
Our leaders should confirm finally
So we can start smoking near our cold hearts
To melt and form Hades on Earth
Maybe screams in the mid night air
Brings soothing satisfaction to your ears
Let the earth tremble from your toes
Or else we will all perish from this foe
That has tormented us for years


S Kojo Frimpong ®
©7th October,2017
Based on the atomic junction gas explosion inside Madina a suburb of the Greater Accra Region of Ghana.

Back Into A Burning House

I traded my gratitude for an empty promise
I allowed my heart
Back into a burning house
Where I asked for a piece of the honey cake baked on her lips
I begged for a touch of her sweetness
But her fate was like Lot
So I turned a pillar of salt
I need a deity or maybe the eye of Delphi
To have forseen what the future had to offer
For it was clear That my vision was blurred

An epitome of sweetness
Turned a pillar of salt
Her love was a bitter-sweat offer.
We danced with our tongues
And surveyed the world on our lips
Only to find my tongue soiled
With little drops of salt
I stared at the billion bubbles
Of boiling gases inside her eyes
And saw belligerents singing a reveille
Accompanied by a salvo

We used to be little seeds of romance
Blushing in the Savannah
We were like the waves moving to and fro
But now we are together but still apart
Like a body and a shadow
No matter how close you come
You will still be far enough
I can still remember how it happened
Like my arrival on earth from the womb
That harboured me
There was a steep hill and lots of rain
My heart skipped and all on board was lost
I fixed my broken heart but it fixed nothing
So I wreck it back to pieces any time
This day repeats on the calendar
And drink myself to sleep

In The Darkness

In the darkness
I hear screams of
A man whose house is on fire.

A snake with two heads
Two tails
Is leading this kingdom

Hypocracy is nothing new
To the chamelion
And bravery is no stranger to the Lion

When the bush is on fire
Speed can never be a threat
To the Cheetah

In this river of sand,
Swimming is of no use to the fish
And cowardice is no shame

To the lion fleeing from
The hunter loaded
With guns and bullets

The jungle has become
A kingdom without a king
And the lion,

A king without a kingdom
Sits the crown on his knees
Leaving his head naked

When hell unleashed
Homes broke
And ashes become dust

We never dreamt of heaven
Here was a perfect Paradise
Until hell unleashed

THE OLD EFFIGY; A Poem by S Kojo Frimpong & PK Addisu

S Kojo Frimpong

There used to be a man
Standing still in front of my school
He was motionless but he reached out to
Every student when they are fast asleep
In the darkest hours of the night
He wore an old rickerty cap and haboured power beneath him
For he had knowledge under his feet
He stood with his one leg
Positioned on a pile of books
And the other hanging in the mid air
Like a cock afraid of loosing a leg
As he darkened the whole school
With a torch in one hand
And a collation of chaotic heavens in the other
With the demons trapped in the moon
Dancing like heathen inviting Hades to dine
By tormenting children.
What a father he became!
Because he was believed to be a protector
A model to look up to
No wonder we woke one morning
Only to witness him fall
And break into pieces
He fell with such great might
That the earth trembled and heavens roared
In so much pain that the earth was flooded with tears
Because his fall was something never thought of

P K Addisu

Before the Assembly grounds,
Stood this figure
A man of history with a broken arm and legs
His frozen arm held high the torch which never shone for decades
And history could not recall
How long he stood strongly on a leg
Yet he never gave up
He had the spirit of a soldier But failed his one purpose on earth
 He never made his light shone
He looked very weary and scary
But He was the only Image that beautified the school
On his dooms day,
The gods descended into one mighty man,
Gave him the weapon of Thor
Which landed him in one strong stroke
Oh what a pity! to witness his fall
It took the messenger of Zeus
Dozens of blows to befall mighty Hercules
He was treated unfairly
Like he was a cast out of heaven like Lucifer
And his mortal remans remained
Swimming in the deep gutters constructed by erosion
That was the only memory left of him
On the path that led to our mystic well
Right in front of the teachers bungalow