VILLAGE IN A CITY 

From the countryside to the city,

From ancient times to present days

Generations have come, generations have left

Before when the enslaved ones were sent over seas,

And the dawn sprinkled on us a new history,

The soul of this place existed, a living mystery.

But they never told us this scenery still lived on in the capital

All we knew was the story of the Dutch horror rising above the sea,

To split gains with the dwellers of the dread towers of James,

From the barter feild of Salaga.

But on the other side from the sea shore,

The Gods of Abgadukui, Lomokotsu, Krokoto and Afriyie still live with us.

Engulfed by the highest level of western civilization,

The remains of the black culture still lives in anticipation,

That the lost custodians find their souls black enough to embrace their heritage.

ARCHI AFRICA

Am lost in a pretty cosmos

A world I dont intend to find myself out of

A vague space yet everything looks astonishing

A place where every imagination is alive

You dont play by rules

Just imagine and make it come true

Am in a space where Chinnua Achebe's "No longer at ease",

 Shares a seat with Ngugi Wa Thiong'o's "Weep not, child", 

Having a conversation with Ayi Kwei Armah's "Beautiful ones are not yet born"

Am in a place where we sit under shades of African prints

To eat "kelewele" and share African stories,

Of which came before we were born

Am in a space where dead tree trunks, give rise to new flowers

 Am in a place where we dont need umbrellas to sheild us from the rains

And rays of the sun

A place where bottles of Moet, Angel tears, Porcupine ridge,

Mandingo bitters and Nederburg from the wine master,

Rest under the shades of colorful umbrellas

Am in a place where flowers hung from the wall

A place where you can see a portrait hung in between two drouses

A place where the ruins from ancient Accra,

Still worth as much as gold from the Gold Coast

Welcome to Archi Africa