Elliot Moore Ahiator

When boys begin to think as men;

and maturity becomes more than a game.
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Torn, aye, torn we are,
for in the throes of the moment
our persons be reclaimed
and in the embrace of the ever beloved
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Smack! Whack! Ta!
Looking like idiots we go a clapping.
All arsenals released,
ears tuned to the familiar annoying whizzing,
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Lips in a downturn,
unsmiling and in a bind.
Only the divine knows of the hurt.
Of desires in bosom, seething and overflowing.
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Waking up! Yawning and stretching like a Tom cat arousing from a Kingly rest.
I greet the new day. From a mattress on the floor handed down through two generations in a semi completed building all reality begins. Imaginations running helter skelter. Agenda: Koko and groundnuts from the vendor down the street. How to buy? Hands travel through the pockets of trousers dropped on the floor after a tiresome day chasing dreams and promises yet unfulfilled. And search, search, search. The wild goose chase! Every single pocket, every corner and every seam. Checked, rechecked and triple checked and Ahh. Denial gives in to heart-rending truth. Remembered. The trotro* fare from the night before, and agonizing laughter erupts as if in sync to my rumbling belly. Today na Today!

Suddenly I take notice of the radio blaring annoyingly, with the voice of some over pampered politician debating the state of the economy with words I barely understand. Can he be blamed? He is well fed and slickly dressed to boot I presume. Irritated, dial flipped and soothing music at last. Now to calming roaring tigers within belly. Who to call? The list of creditors exhausted. Back to the pursuit of my wild goose. My Sunday trousers comes to mind and lo! I jump hysterically clinging onto a 2 Ghana cedi note miracle like a kindergartener granted a Christmas wish.
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I sit in sorrow and feel so hollow,
in frantic thoughts of tomorrow's gallows.
For in the corruption of my sanity,
i fear to face blunt realities
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Birthed. Beautiful and healthy.
You! Cause of such joy and mirth.
The friends and family are here to celebrate.
Welcome! O newly born. Welcome to the
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On the night the lights were stolen,
in an accident of love my heart was broken
and when I bent to pick the pieces,
the heat of passion intense saw to it,
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Petal by petal,
she bid morn to the light bearer
and soon before his mid journey
across the blazing heavens,
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Antho vi, Antho vi (vi =little)
Respond for your siblings call your name,
your friends and paramour of your boisterous youth call on you.
Respond! Where are you? They overexert their larynx.
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It has been torn out,
with cold heart-rendering precision,
yes, it has.
The steel plated cavity gave,
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His hands, outstretched and lean,

with much effort he lifts his voice
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Bane of all men!
With mischief in thy heart
and thy hand armed with a cleaver of hearts.
The terror of thy deeds follows in thy wake
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