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POETIC LICENCE: My Grandfather’s Chair – Asford Psalms

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Titled The Psalmist Creed, emerging poet Asford Psalms’ weekly poetry column consists selected poems from his yet-to-be-released debut collection.

Here is My Grandfather’s Chair:

My grandfathers’ chair was too large for the hall.

So it stood many years at the porch.

It was heavier by thrice than the old man himself.

And it stands few yards from the door.

 

My grandfathers’ chair was too large for the hall.

So it stood many years at the porch.

He got it in his prime.

At the age of twenty four.

And I bet he was happy and proud.

 

It’s never been this way.

At the place it stands today.

It never was there.

Outside, facing the bumpy scare.

It was always inside here- by the cradle my papa slept in as a tod’.

 

I still feel the warmth from the stories that he read.

And the tonne of rhymes he said.

 

It’s never been this way.

Outside, facing the bumpy air.

It was always inside here- directly facing his famous clock.

But when the clock stopped short- never to go again- it was kept in its place like a won trophy in a case.

 

It was worth my grandpa’s joy as the news of his child was borne.

As it was always his prayer to be a king of a pride.

So he paused and shot himself into the chair with vein.

As before when his own pops had died.

 

My grandfathers’ chair was too large for the hall.

So it was moved out by my mom, dad et al.

 

Many years without hammering.

Squeak-quack, squeak-quack.

He grew into slumbering.

Squeak-quack, squeak-quack.

And it paused and stopped- didn’t move an inch- when the old man’s breath was gone.

 

Many years since dad has been; away from home, very far from home.

My paa kept on wondering.

Think, thought, think, thought.

But it stopped short- before my dad could ring- the doorbell at night.

 

So he heard the news.

My mom broke the snooze.

Stiff-and-tough, stiff-and-tough.

He paused and shot himself into the chair.

Swift-and-rough, swift-and-rough.

He was hammered-in my grandpas’ chair.

Squeak-quack, squeak-quack.

In my paas’ loved and glamorous seat.

Squeak-quack, squeak-quack.

His tears dropped down his cheecks.

Drip-drop, drip-drop.

Then he stopped and sobbed- never to cry again.

But it failed when my mom hugged tight.

 

Many days since my grandpa’s blink.

It really hurt and dad’s tears were first.

The chair was put out to sing.

Squeak-quack, squeak-quack.

So as I passed; I paused and thought, will it be whole again since the old man has died?

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#ENEWSGHPoeticLicence: Daydream – Asford PSALM

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The night visions beckon me to a wake.

I have stayed all night to figure it right;

From the mammoth to its tiny bits.

 

Night is gone, day is here;

But I’m stuck in a looping rear.

For a reason or the other and though the sun is here;

It seems to have not found a way to light away my fear.

 

My arm is up and my jaw sits atop.

But in a new day I flay in the same dream non-stop.

I’m at the mercy of a night vision that won’t go away;

A day dream; one in part, the same.

When at all can I walk my thoughts?

Can I even work my thoughts?

Will it even be worth it?

 

Gracefully and all of a sudden,

A snap!

His snapping fingers won’t stop until my mind responds to him with same.

Why are you lost in your thoughts son?

You are in too deep in the wrong way.

Walk out of your thoughts and make it work;

Your thoughts on its own has no legs!

Lucky for you, you have two legs and arms too.

So make it work!

 

Asford Psalms

 

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DADDY DEAREST! Sarkodie flaunts “barrister” daughter in new images

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Since she arrived in 2016, Titi (Adeline Owusu), and her father Sarkodie have been simply inseparable. His pride and joy, the adorable little girl has been the subject of endless affection not just from her rapper dad, but also from a wide section of Ghanaians.

The two have documented their close bond via many heartwarming pictures (most prominently on the album cover of hiphop act’s latest album “Highest”), often promptly becoming social media fodder.

Here’s the latest instalment, posted by the rapper on his Instagram act, and captioned “Madam Maame Adwoa Owusu Addo – Barrister and Solicitor of the Supreme Court of Ghana … Chambers – @cqlegal”

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#ENEWSGHPoeticLicence: Nowhere to go – ASFORD PSALM

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The first time was to be my last.

The first time was to come by and away it goes past.

But then I tasted the sweet in the crevices and the cracks;

And I have lost all haste to leave thus fast.

 

The first was to only be but the first;

Until I tasted more of its sweets.

Now it has had me mellow and my craving thirst has bid me to follow.

With nowhere to go I am an obliged fellow;

I have lost all counts and can’t keep score.

 

I am livid though I ask for more and more.

I will love to go back to where I came from.

Contrary, here I am, held against my will to the sweets of this world.

The first time was a wish;

The second was a charm;

The third meant no harm, but here I am, I have been bewitched.

And it seems there’s nowhere to go.

 

Asford Psalms

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#ENEWSGHPoeticLicence: Nowhere to Go – Asford Psalms

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The first time was to be my last.

The first time was to come by and away it goes past.

But then I tasted the sweet in the crevices and the cracks;

And I have lost all haste to leave thus fast.

 

The first was to only be but the first;

Until I tasted more of its sweets.

Now it has had me mellow and my craving thirst has bid me to follow.

With nowhere to go I am an obliged fellow;

I have lost all counts and can’t keep score.

 

I am livid though I ask for more and more.

I will love to go back to where I came from.

Contrary, here I am, held against my will to the sweets of this world.

The first time was a wish;

The second was a charm;

The third meant no harm, but here I am, I have been bewitched.

And it seems there’s nowhere to go.

 

 

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#ENEWSGHPoeticLicence: Escape – Asford PSALM

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Up-above or down-below, there’s so much but nothing to show.

Down-below or up-above there’s everywhere but nowhere to go.

The option is a smiling face yet a hurting heart;

A sweating face mixed with tears which cannot be abate.

A mustard seed faith which is damned by fate.

There is an exigent need to escape.

Yet; beneath the reflection is a mountain of everything and nothingness;

Its peak dwells deep down into the earth.

Beneath the reflection of this calm river are waves that speaks with no still voice.

A sun as pale as the moon;

A sky without birds;

And clouds as jagged as a curse.

Beneath the reflection is a person whose world has been turned upside down.

Exigency beckons for an escape!

But within that same reflection there cannot be an escape for the poor soul.

Escape cometh by deflection.

 

by Asford Psalm

 

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#ENEWSGHPoeticLicence: TRANSITION – Asford PSALM!

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Life is a gift.

Our being on earth.

Our existence, leaves far too many unanswered questions.

Marvelously, the more we try to comprehend, the more complicated it becomes.

The more we try to discover, many doors we do create with more questions needing answers behind them.

 

The Supernatural force of creation, let onto us; ‘grace’ and a much bigger scope of possibilities.

The possibility of ‘what is’, ‘what could be’, ‘what is not’, and why we should fail even before another possibility arises.

 

There are no mistakes in life.

A deed today; be it positive or otherwise, has a role in nature’s path to perfection.

Each string of humanity, every possibility, every single thought and idea, every failure, every success, countless disasters, brutalities and every single action of who so ever, is perfection.

There is a greater picture of life than just living.

What you choose to see is up to you.

When and what you think is your own perquisite initiative.

 

Life is a fairy tale.

At least, that is what the young soul might think.

Could they be wrong?

How we see life is an extension of our imagination, far and exceedingly above what is by sight.

Life is living with a foot in the past, the other in the present and our greatest tool; the mind, on the future.

And this does not limit our transition to being the bigger man.

Being the bigger man in the picture is mostly life in its entirety.

It’s being the better you.

 

Being better than you were years, days, hours or even seconds ago.

Challenging yourself to every inch of possibility and opportunity known to even circles beyond.

It is about accepting what is and not.

It is about giving-in every stroke of ink to the bigger painting than what you possibly see at an arm stretch away.

It is about giving that hand;

Sharing that space;

Being fueled by the negativities;

Seeing through the pain;

Feeling that shame and standing right back up at where you lost your name;

It’s about being hurt, shedding those tears;

Having many fears, loosing as many as possible ‘dears’;

Falling down, rising back up;

Sharing that simple smile;

Getting angry, losing control and coming right back on track;

Falling apart, gathering every broken piece together;

It’s about being curious, living an adventure, going an extra mile, fracturing your parts, limping on them;

It’s about living in the shadows and coming out with a body;

It’s about doing the wrongs;

Apologizing for what is due;

It’s about righting the wrongs.

Making the best out of each flaw;

Facing your demons;

Praying to live on;

Hoping for the best;

Living the present;

Hoping to avert the worst;

It’s about dreaming big;

Thinking fast and being smart.

 

Life is short for regrets.

Life is about knowing when to say ‘Yes’ and staying firm to your ‘No’.

It’s about being strong when weakness wants to get you on hold.

It’s about being defined and re-defined

Being molded and re-molded.

It’s about coming out with an extra lining of excellence.

Life is just a fascinating intangible.

Its drive is faith.

A hope of a better future than the past.

And the living of the present.

 

Life is worth living but not dying for.

When all goes wrong; raise your head up high, face the sun and as you hope for a change, make it.

If all is well, be thankful.

 

Life is a gift.

An imagination waiting to be made possible not only by chance but by actions.

 

Asford psalms

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