Four Letters

 Love has four letters, and so does April, a month of love in abundance,

Where hatred grows because of its first-day prank,

And laughter spreads in our hearts from the jest we make.

In this month, strength is born, marking the beginning of all weakness,

For love flows deeper than in February’s embrace.

And cusps are born to exhibit the true powers of the cosmos,

Wielded by the sons and daughters of Aries and Taurus,

Who wore their birthday suits from the 19th to the 23rd,

Through the able eyes of astrological findings.

I am a 19th-born, somewhere between the 19th and 23rd,

Making me not only a cusp but also the fusion of fire and earth.

I therefore bear the cusp of power,

Where Aries’ fire meets Taurus' grounding force.

I lead, yet I follow the whispers of the wind.

I burn with fire, yet find solace in the calm of the soil.

Restless in spirit, yet patient in pursuit,

A warrior who fights, yet knows when to yield.

I am the spark that ignites and the ember that remains,

A force of chaos, yet a master of order.

I am both the storm and the shelter,

The beginning and the end—forever caught in between.

By S Kojo Frimpong 

Golden ; A Poem written by S Kojo Frimpong & Manuella Makafui Kudjo

 S Kojo Frimpong

In the land of the blind,

The one-eyed man is king.

In the land of the deaf,

Can we find the one who hears with only one ear?

Anybody can become king,

Only if everyone plays dumb.

But silence has a price to pay,

It is golden.

The price of our silence crowned a mad king—

One who can see, hear, and speak,

Yet is very blind, deaf, and dumb.

How can a kingdom strive?

Manuella Makafui Kudjo

When the king is more blind than the blind,

When the king is more deaf than the deaf,

When the king is more dumb than the dumb,

How can a kingdom strive?

When the king is more dead than the buried man,

And refuses to listen, see, and hear

From those who can see, hear, and talk,

All because the mad king perhaps thinks

He is better than the rest of his people.

King, listen!

The deaf pleads.

King, see!

The blind man begs.

The dumb man signs,

And together they cry, King, think!

Even the madman makes his point—

Why have a voice, sight, and hearing

When you cannot think, reason, and lead?

You lead your people to doom

With your foolishness.

If I cannot see, hear, or talk,

At least I can think.

But, unfortunately, my great king

Has a voice, eyes, and ears—

Yet he cannot think.

Why have eyes, ears, and a mouth

When it is the mind that controls them all….

What happens when it ceases to function?