A moment


 A dew of loneliness

The rarity of a moment

of helplessness

of anguish

of nostalgia

of darkness

the search for a lighthouse


the murmur of waves

thumping at my soul

I wait for you. 


Accra’s Hawker

I wait for every car to slow down,
parallel run, cars that moan,
like, me they too are tired,
humid, drenched in sweat,
heat, long at the intersect ,
pure water, vend a packet.
quench someone else’s thirst,
dreams are so dead and decrepit,
I fear every spirit,
haunted by some threat,
I seek a share of fortune,
illusory pelf to be strewn.
The donor is long gone.
He avoids the Sun this afternoon!