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