Home (Co-written by Afrifa)

How do I start this poem

Without breaking into two

Into what it is and what should be

I came here to find a home

Far away from demons that haunt me at night

I thought it would be easy……

Skyscrapers, beautiful girls and beautiful beaches.

Yet there is something about this new home

That reminds me of the old one.

Last night I cried as I stood awake

Trying to recount how it went wrong

And each time it made no sense.

How did heaven become a town

Where angels cry all day

While God is quiet

Wandering the corridors at night

How did skyscrapers all come down at my feet

While wondering how to rebuild

A home away from home

The picture of the old and the new

All bend to fit perfectly like a bad dream

How do I end this poem

Without asking myself if it is a poem

My expectations of an easy life…

Boy how far wrong can I be

Nowhere cool, yet this is different

There you pick your battles, here you are the battle

And when I lay up at night, deprived of sleep

I long to be home

Then I remember, what they say

Home is where the heart is

Yes I thought it will be easy..

Skating parks, underground malls and bullet trains

I yearn to create a balance

Between the past and the future

Staring at the snowy skies

Wondering how I got here.

Now I no longer dream as a child

The picture of old and new, now merge in fine details

A young man running his hand over his face

Shaping his tears into joy

with a sunny future in his hair.

This poem is from THE QUIETIST. Copies of THE QUIETIST are still available on Amazon and in Ghana

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I am not angry (From #TheQuietist)

Whenever I look at the past

And remember when you used to answer my calls

I always curse my geni for making my wish come to pass

Now

You’ve got power

You’ve got what you want

So I am undeserving of you

I might be a lone star in the sky

I might be the tragic boy in your photos

I might be the boy whose voice

Make rain fall on your skin

But trust me dear friend

This world is funny

You may think you’ve left me

At the bottom of the pyramid

I don’t doubt that

But remember that

When you fall

I will laugh

And before I push you farther

I will tell you

How your inactions

How your failure to answer my calls

Really made me feel

I swear

I’m not lonely

I’m not depressed

I only do what lonely people do

I only say a list of things depressed people say

I only rewrite this book every night

Just to make sure you end up

In all the dark places I am.

Copies of THE QUIETIST are available for sale on Amazon. If you are in Ghana and you want a copy, send me an email at jyfrimpong@outlook.com 

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