Wednesday, 4 October 2017


This beautiful creature of a man,
It was he who in my baby days hunted
For my food and watched over me with eyes of a hawk
Like a lioness would her cubs.
He was the ground on which I trod
My first steps and the hands that guided my tender
Feet from falling.
It was from his sides that the clay
With which I was made was excavated.
It was he who showed me the ways of a true daughter;
He taught me strength, braveness and pride
In my sex in this world of domineering men;
It was through his eyes that I came to
Appreciate the perkiness of my breasts
And the curve in my hips;
He was the one who taught me that I am
The fuel of the family and its life,
He made me see the beauty in all this
And frankly, I was contented with it.

Her womb carried me for nine moons
And amidst pain, she bore me into existence,
Her breasts fed me in my infant days and her
Serenading voiced lulled me to sweet calmness in sleep
When the night’s unruly nuisance deprived me of peace
And rendered me insomniac.
Her hands were always there to direct me
And her voice ever present to calm my raging mind.
It was in the eyes of this beautiful woman
That I first saw love; real unadulterated love.
Her gestures demonstrated selflessness and
Commitment that never slacked.
Asase Yaa, my lioness, the Queen of kings
And mother of all lions, it is you I speak so modestly of.

Time flies by,
Hundreds of scores swift by and here we are;
Caught between the anvil and the hammer.

Here lies the body of the man
Who I worshipped in the years gone by.
His strength comparable to none in the past,
Is only rival to the ant’s might now,
His once deep-dark, smooth and firm skin,
Now pale and rough and saggy like a sickly old fowl’s
And his once gallant muscles, now rickety bones
All from ages of torture and neglect.
 The values he taught me once upon a time
 Have all died on the sea which we journeyed
Across to arrive at this age.
I believe now that the great impression he had on me
Was borne out of nothing but
Illiteracy, grave ignorance and a desire for the devil’s ways
And for this, I feel guilty sometimes and
Most of the other times, a sense of ridicule toward myself.
I still admire him and love him dearly
But only in secrecy of my mind
For the new age considers it a taboo.
This great hunter who once fed me with
Only with the most nutritious from his bounty
Has now become a viper that spits
Venom to harm me in this new age.
He still looks the same to me as in the old times
But the new age tells me I see him so
Because of my unrepentant, abominable longing for him.
I know him and I know I’m not dirty as the devil
But the new age shows me proof that I am.
Who’s lying then?

Here lies Asase Yaa, the mother of all life
And Queen of all kings like an incapacitated leper.
Her majestic beauty has died with the
Setting sun of the old world and it is
An abomination to reminisce of that
Youthful womanly glow she once wore.
A greater abomination would be to consider
Seeking her voice in times of my subconscious raging
For I would be de-idolizing my Father of the new age;
A great and most abominable dishonor to Him; the Almighty.
Saying her name is even an abomination
Because as the new age has taught me,
There is only one name that is worth reverencing
And it is above that of Asase Yaa.

We have made ourselves garments
From the fabrics of the new agers
But wearing them, we look backwards
From the new agers and we can’t decide
Whether or not these garments fit us,
For at times, they seem to squeeze us up
And other times seem to drown us.
The new agers have taught us that
No time existed before the new ages
Hence, our perceived pre-new age existence
Is but a foolish figment of an imaginative myth
We must dissociate ourselves from
Or risk spending eternity in the perpetual
Torments of the afterlife in abonsam’s kingdom.

For ages we have been in this
Moral quandary of
“to be or not to be?”
Our Father whom art in heaven
Loves us so dearly and forgives us whenever
We offend Him.
Heck, he let his only begotten son
To die that we shall be saved!
He is impartial and all loving.
The other one who cannot be named
Would punish us with death
When we offended him gravely
And afflictions if it was a lighter sin
And the sacrifices if the sin was not too much.
Our Father used to do the same in the old books
But some new agers say there has been a new order.

The paradoxes of the new age continue
To plague our minds as people of the old world.
We pray for a unification among these
Dilemmas of our present existence
That we shall not fall into harm’s way.
We pray for wisdom to help us
Solve this riddle, to work out this puzzle; Who are we?


Wednesday, 15 March 2017



Tomorrow, distant as the moon yet close as a cloth to the skin;
Bright and crystal clear yet dark and blurry;
Bearer of answers to puzzles yet a mystifier of mysteries.
Tomorrow creeps on us ominously as today dies away
Yet tomorrow bears hope.

When tomorrow comes, I'll be a better father to my children.
I'll takes my boys on a boat and teach them their grandfather's art: how to fish.
I'll teach them to talk in their father's tongue and the ways of a man.
I will show my boys the ways of confidence as timidity is not the way of our people.
I'll amend ways with my boys and let them know that I am their father.
Tomorrow... Tomorrow, I'll be a better father.

When the cock crows tomorrow, I'll learn to love.
I'll learn to get used to the idea of both of us being together.
I'll learn to trust you and be genuinely happy around you.
Tomorrow I will learn to call you "father" and say "I love you".
When the moon is weary from her toil in the night and has to rest, I will know how
To be in your presence with my head held high;
I'll laugh care freely with you while holding your hand.
I will bridge the gap between us tomorrow.

Tomorrow I'll learn to face my fears.
They will no longer enslave me as they do now,
Their shackles will be but decorative ribbons on my head.
I shall trade them for happiness tomorrow,
The happiness that I have for ages longed for,
Happiness that has for so long evaded me because
I rather spend time caring for my murderer.
Tomorrow I will amend ways with happiness and reunite with her.

Tomorrow my love, I will kiss away your pain and dry your eyes,
I will gather all the pieces -which once constituted your loving beautiful heart-
From the floor and bind them together to bring your heart back to life.
I will unsay the things I said and undo the deeds I did that shattered your soul.
Tomorrow I'll take you back to the stars and together, in each other's arms we
Will dance to sweet melodies on the clouds.
When tomorrow comes, I'll come back to your heart and never leave.

After all is said, our tomorrows end up in the distant future,
All our promises expire in the present and never live to see the dawn of another minute,
The tomorrow which we so sincerely laden with wishes and impregnate with promises
Ends up a darker version of today.
If only we would learn to acknowledge tomorrow as an innocent
Young bride waiting to consummate her love with her groom on their wedding night.

© Mr. Mac. 2017.
All rights reserved.

Tuesday, 10 January 2017


When we were born,
we had sceptres in our hands,
Crowns on our heads,
Gold running through our veins and planets under our feet.
Our birth defined royalty
For it was only
Until then that the world
Knew Kings.
Everything; every being,
every entity was to make
obeisance unto us;
They ARE meant to worship us.

But then, wise as we were,
we found us a different purpose,
Better than that of The Father.
We thought the counsel of
a notorious subject
Better than the gifts of Our Father
Hence, we ditched Him
and went our own way;
Embarked on this journey that for countless ages,
We are yet to arrive at our destination.
Even though Father's
heart was broken,
He still let us go with the gifts
we were born with.
He gave us clothes
to cover our shame
and protect us from
the cold and harsh weather,
A kiss of good wishes, and
The will to return to his arms
Whenever we became weary
From our journey.

And so it came to be that
the destination
The notorious subject
told us of -which was very close-
Kept running farther away as we got closer to it
So that until today,
We are still racing toward it.

As we traveled, we came upon
deserts and mountains that
demanded special rites for us to crossover.
When we got to the desert,
The notorious one told us
that unless we shed our blood,
We would die of thirst
and hunger without reaching
Our glorious destination.
Hence, we spilled all of
Our golden blood in the desert.
At the mountain, he told us to
take off our
shoes -the planets- otherwise,
We could not climb over
And foolishly, we did.
When we got to the great ocean,
The deceiver
Once again told us to give up our crowns
Or their heaviness would drown us.
We gave them up and
Walked across the ocean.

It was after we crossed the ocean
that we arrived at
This strange place;
This place where our subjects subject
us to their commands;
Where we make slaves of our brothers
and feed on our sisters' flesh.
It was on this strange land that
We trashed our sceptres;
We traded them for guns and
Swords that would
Enable us kill each other and
Possess more property.
It was on this land that
We contacted this killer disease
Which infects our thoughts even today.
It was on this land that we painted ourselves with different

  1. colours, adopted different dialects

And then created a hierarchy based on those colours and dialects.
It was right here, on this land that
We forgot who we are;
That we were born as gods;
that we defined royalty.
It was on this land that
We forgot about
The soft, gentle arms that
carried us when we
were but babies,
Those hands that caressed
our tiny royal feet.
It was here that we forgot about
Our loving Father,
The tears he shed when
we decided that
the notorious subject's counsel
was better than his love,
The soft kisses he planted on our foreheads
before we left our home.

Sheep beget sheep,
Wolves beget wolves,
Lions beget lions,
Men beget men,
And A God begets a god.
If only we understood the
full meaning of this
When the cursed subject came to us,
Then we would have
wiped him off the surface of existence
When he told us that
Father didn't love us
enough to make us like him.
But that's useless now;
Crying when the disease has already eaten
deep into us when we had the power to prevent it.

Instead come brothers,
Do you remember
Father's last gift the day we left home?
Now is the time to use it.
Let us go back to Him,
Let us go back to Our Father.
He has the cure to our disease and will
Restore us, I know.
He loves us that much.
Come brothers, let us go home,
Now is not too late.
Father's arms are still wide open to embrace us.
Let us reunite with Him and make Him laugh again,
Let us make Him cry happy tears.

© Mr. Mac. 2016.
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