The Song of Solomon

Since I became your spouse the snob of society became meaningless.

Of course, you ought to know, I voted you my President.

The trees stopped dropping their leaves.

Yes, I gave you a garden of evergreens.

But the birds have not stopped singing.

Because my griots serve you with perpetual interest.

Witness now my name on every lip in the country.

No surprise! I jammed their wavelength with my broadcasts.

I never went hungry.

Not since I became your daily bread.

Never went thirsty either.

How can you when my forest well has been reserved for you only?

Nor have I been lonely.

No darling, I gave you a piece of me to take everywhere.

Even when I bought no jewels for you?

Honey, what can be more precious than your teeth in smiles?

So you see why I waited for you?

But was there another option for a God-appointed waiter?

And our love has not ended in the mouth.

No!  I even feel it in my phalanges and frame.

See how you promoted me—the Easter lily of the plains!

And so have you promoted me—the apple being chewed inside your ears!

You are a garden of roses of the colours that matter to the heart!

You are a bundle of harvesters that know what matters to the heart!

Your garments smell of Paris in the evening!

Your lips taste of chocolate from Accra!

Your two breasts are the torches that give my body direction!

You are the palm tree I was waiting to climb for nourishing oil!

Can heaven be different from what I know?

What you allow me to share is a foretaste of heaven.

So, for better for worse?

I’ll be the code for your conduct.

For richer for poorer?

I’ll be your tax collector.

In sickness and in health?

I will drug you on.

Is this how we pray today?

And everyday.

                     Aaaaah men!

The Psalms

David the classical bard

Like Shakespeare has taken control

Of less-known pens of his times

To be known as the Great Bard

What jaw-breaking competence

To master singing weeping

Among peoples of great grief

To praise God in this tense

Did I really plead with shame

That my sins be cast away

And yet continued to sin

Seeking others there to blame

Yes I did and yes I did

And in each case quite sincere

Teaching holy wood their game

Until Bathsheba is weed

Scattered hymns of great praises

Scattered hymns of meditation

Scattered hymns of lamentation

Scattered hymns of thanksgivings

And here we know Shepherd God

And here we know Justice God

And here we know Doctor God

And here we know Faithful God

Why do people break such ranks

Why do people ram and rage

Why do people trust in self

Why do people trust in banks

O Lord your word says they know

That big bang is in your hand

Yet spread your name like sheet to write on

But you will bless those that become bow

Doubters say there is no God

But look at my hands that praise

And remove blood guilt from them

Praise the Lord alleluia

Ecclesiastes

Can flesh save flesh?

No, it never came to pass.

Can education save man?

No, it never came to pass.

Can philosophy save philosophers?

No, it never came to pass.

Can properties save their owners?

No, it never came to pass.

One generation witnessed the failure of efforts before them,

And said it should never be their lot;

Yet went down the same track to their deadly fall.

Our world can never be short of foolishness!

Those who succeeded in catching the wind,

Also succeeded in catching up with wisdom;

And there is time for every experience under the sun.

But when did men stop being animals?

The beasts do celebrate their work of find,

And men also celebrate their works of oppression:

As they hunt after the wind, after the wind;

But in the hands of two,

Pluriformity gives just one kick to uniformity,

Before beauty is upgraded to a civil status,

And real meaning is donated to celebrants.

Time and again wisdom has admonished:

That one must sell his ears to every speaker

But hoard their mouth for greater profit towards God.

This is not vanity, the top hat of resplendence—

Vanity is the shadow from excess of good to spite evil

And the overcoat of evil that spites good.

However, the fear of God tames the muchness in the least and the most;

Because the fear of God is actual wisdom.

For it is well with your soul when God accepts your works.