In The Rain

Hold me in the rain/
Don't let me go/

I will, in the storm/

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Won't let you go/

Let us shiver with cold/
Enfolded in tangled limbs/
Lost in mind with thought of want, need/

The wetness/
Sense of numbness/
Encased in clinging clothes/

Winding moves, made on badger feet/
Dance with me darling, just dance

Fascination

I find myself looking up

In the direction the sound came from,

The rich baritone of your voice

I am fascinated by you

Try as I can,

I just can't seem to help myself.

I steal coy glances at you

In hope that I might catch your eye.

Are you that oblivious to my glances?

Have you realised?, I can't...

Look directly in your eyes for too long.

There is a tingling in my hands whenever I think of you

I dare hope you feel it too.

Breathe

You needn't tell me
I know what breathlessness is

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Tell me it will get better
Broda, it just went worse.

Your getup is not complete today
Why did you leave your smile in a safe?

Your 'friend' came here again
Tales were told
Don't ask me what

Are you here again?
Today  no 1 cedi for you oo,
Masa, go find some job do.

So you! this 'chosh' kenkey too you won chop some?

With grumblings in my head
I walk the world with a smile on my face.

Keep to the right, keep to the right
The left people are coming by.

I know BREATHLESS
I gasp that first breath.


broda: play on the word Brother
masa: play on the word Master
Cedi: Ghanaian currency
chosh: small

Yin & Yang

Another June 21st and I am alive and kicking. THANK YOU LORD!

I turned 27 today; still haven't gotten around to learning how to drive. The excuse is when I had the time, I had no money and now that I have the money, I have no time. Ironic!

Extremely high point of the last year; I have a job; Hurrah!

Low point: Are you there God\? It's me, Tetekai.

Furthest of my mind the thought of you play

Warmest of my heart love of you incinerate

Clutching arms wrap in tight embrace

Swiftest feet swing me on dance

Spin a yin

Add a yang

Balance

Songstress alive

Music arise

Make laughter abound

POP!

Thinking, What Ifs

Looking back

Reminiscing

Maybe I shouldn't have let you go

I should allowed you talk me into staying

Then again, maybe not.

She watched you

Crush

Didn't wait to see the burn

Yet I guess somehow you passed that.

So now after walking on half-baked truths,

Hog-washed lies,

Down-right tales,

She comes right back again

Plagued with the same thoughts that drove her away.

What if she had not hooked up with your friend?

Or you with hers?

If you had given yourselves some space

To think things through.

What if your friends had not pried?

All well-intentioned of course.

Years gone,

Hearts have broken, been broken,

Healed, patched, mended,

You remain the only one she wants

Yet

One thing keeps you apart.

The one question that plagues her mind

The matter of beliefs.

What if...

Grand Party

I threw this awesome party
And no one came.

I invited everybody I knew
And those I had only been introduced to.

A banquet with all the trimmings.
Food and drinks aplenty.

People were kind enough to RVSP.
I was so glad.

The grand day arrived.
Here I was in my elegant gown,
Feeling like a soft breeze in the heat of day.

I throw my door open as the clock struck
On the 11th hour.

No one stood at the gate.
No one bothered to show up.

*Have a great weekend. Please don't chill without me. :)

A Day In Your Shoes

What will it be like,
To wear your shoes for a day?
Are they nice comfy Converse,
Killer heels, Loake, boots, flip flops?

A day in your shoes,
Will you have a good day?
Happy, carefree, pretense,
Salt, sloth, sleuth.

How will it smell like?,
Your shoes.
Like feet, death,
Aromatic, odourless.

Should we switch shoes,
Will it be a perfect fit,
Just right,
Tight,
Loose?

A day in your shoes;
Heaven or hell?

Advocate

I travel an over-trod path,
Bringing to awareness the plight of the less fortunate.
My voice is the silent one
Among the rush of the cacophonous.
Where others shout;
I look on with seeming indifference,
And pour out muffled screams on my bed.

Quite an advocate, I am,
For the miniature things in life.
Picking up the peel of the banana I did not eat;
So you don't slip on it.
Reuse that plastic bag over and over again,
Trying not to print anything, if I can get away with it,
Leave my left-overs for a stray cat or dog,
Correct a child who speaks out of turn.

An advocate, I am
For the minuscule.
I pick my battles,
I fight them.
I win.

On Stage

Standing there so confident,
You have your audience spell-bound,
Words dripping like honey; sweet and alluring.
A tiny smile plays across your lips,
Your eyes lit from within.
Immersed in the spirit of your words,
Aroused by the strength of your beliefs.

Who would have thought a moment ago,
You were plagued with anxiety
With trembling hands and knees,
Stomach churning with nerves.
Creased with worry were your brows,
I had to warm your icy hands with mine,
Whisper words of encouragement and comfort to you,
Assure you of greatness,
A wonderful reception,

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Your words heeded.
My pride in you.
Seeing you up there,
So confident,
Strong.
Happy for you, I am.
Mine no longer,
Gift to the world.

Back in the Game

Said I ain't playing it no more,
Seeing you flaunt like a prized peacock,
Dribble like a master tactician
I am compelled
To teach you a lesson or two
Before you were,
I was.
Maestro, back in the game.
Bring it on.

Pebble

What can I say
Without making it sound like pity?

Your eyes are filled with anguish,
Puffy from tears shed all night.

If only I could
Cuddle you in my arms,
Soothe your pain.

Alas, this is your wilderness.
Your experience.
You can brave this.

Be a David.
Your smooth pebble?
Let it be me.

Mommy and Daddy

Mommy is a hustler.
Daddy is a rebel.

Each wants the best for the kids.
Working where they shine,
Playing roles they excel in,
For a secure future,
For the sake of the kids.

So Mommy is a hustler,
And Daddy is a rebel.

Another Mile

As the seasons turn, may your core values remain constant,
As time goes by, may you never loss sight of the One to whom you owe the most,
Desires, dreams, needs, wants,
They change.
Don't ever let disappointments influence your focus.
The mountain is big,
Your pickaxe is small,
Keep chipping away, a bit at a time
That is your purpose.
Do not faint; do not loss guard,
The road seems long and weary,
Keep at it.
Whatever your hands find doing,
Do it as if for God, not man.
HaPpY BiRThdaY, dear me.

Today is my birthday. So another year has gone by and I did not get around to learning how to drive. Still on the frame of things to do before the next milestone; learn how to drive. Oh, my age? I turned 26 today. Guess I should start searching for greys. I like grey hair. I will tell you when I discover one. Happy Birthday to me and God's purpose for me be accomplished by me before I expire. Amen.

* 3 DAYS
 I support 1 GOAL with zero goal for the opposing team. LOL..

Face Value

For someone who likes to look beneath the obvious, it is refreshing to believe something for what it is and not look beyond that. Straight forward; no curve or bend. So here goes a list of things I can look at, believe and not look for hidden meanings.

• The Trinity (God, the Father; God, the Son; God, the Holy Spirit.)
• Someone who tells the truth; always.
• Creativity in any form.

It is a really short list. Long lists tend to loss their essence for me after a while.
HaPpY DaDdy's DaY to my Dad.

* 2 DAYS
 I support 1 GOAL with zero goal for the opposing team. LOL..

I Haven't Danced

I haven't danced in a long time. Yep. I do not visit dance clubs, so my dance hall is my room. I haven't danced in a long time; I have had this thought running through my head for the longest time and it is usually accompanied by the memory of a dance session in my hostel, during my university days, featuring yours truly shaking herself like nobody's business to sounds from a mixed CD of dance gospel. This memory is then followed by the pain of the loss of that CD by my BFF (I knew I wouldn't get it back. Why did I give it to her? FYI, If you don't hear from me soon after this post, then my BFF probably took action on me. LOL. Just kidding!).

Hey so back to, I haven't danced in a long time. I did not make that mixed CD, there, you deduced right, so I cannot get the same thing again. The guy I got it from is now MIA (missing in action). So for six years I have not danced the way I did to that CD. I miss me in those days.

I have decided to take action. I am going to make a playlist of the songs I liked on that CD and make a few additions. I am definitely going to have Donnie McClurkin's Caribbean Medley, Yolanda Adams' Fragile Heart and more (slower songs for the end of the selection). I will update you on the list when I get the songs. Do you have any suggestions on any dance gospel I can add to the collection? Will appreciate it a lot.

* FOUR DAYS MORE!!!
I support 1 GOAL with zero goal for the opposing team. LOL...

Facets

Held up,
A light hits you,
Displaying a foray of colours,
The arrays of magnificence,
An infusion of richness unimagined,
It brings up brilliant laminations.

Paired against the light;
I am struck by your extravagant beauty.

Dumbfounded by that one act;
You have captivated my world.