Tag: Poetry


Ghanaian author releases Lyrics From Within: Volume 2

Author Adwoa Asiedu

Author Adwoa Asiedu

Lyrics From Within Volume 2: A Collection of 25 Lyrics is the second anthology by author Adwoa Asiedu.  Lyrics From Within reveals Adwoa’s vulnerability and versatility as a lyricist and artist. With her creative flair and ear for music, this volume includes Fierce Anthems, Songs of Destiny, Songs for Lovers, Heartfelt Ballads and Songs of Praise.

The Foreword is  written by Bishop Michael Hutton-Wood, Senior Pastor of House of Judah Praise Ministries, President of Michael Hutton-Wood Ministries, and Director of Leader’s Factory International.

Adwoa is an English Language, Communications and Sociology graduate from Canterbury Christ Church University, England, and completed a screenwriting course led by award winning screenwriter and film director Maeve Murphy. She’s also the Founder and Executive Director of ‘From Within Project’.

Adwoa published her debut anthology Lyrics: Lyrics From Within Volume 1- A Collection of 26 lyrics in May 2015. She had previously published her debut book of poems From Within Volume 1- A Collection of 54 Poems including 15 published poems in October 2014.

Hard copies and kindle editions of Lyrics From Within: Volume 2 can be purchased on Amazon here.

Lyrics From Within: Volume 1 can be purchased here

 

Introducing you to…

Profile: Nii Ayikwei Parkes

 

Nii Ayikwei Parkes in performance

 

As a budding writer myself I thought I would bring to the attention one writer of Ghanaian descent who has inspired me. The man I speak of is Nii Ayikwei Parkes. He is a performance poet, writer and sociocultural commentator and an all round man of substance and conviction.

Born in the UK, in 1974, and raised in Ghana, where he attended Achimota School, Nii Ayikwei is a veteran of several poetry festivals, and former Poet-In-Residence at the Poetry Cafe in London, he has performed poetry in the UK, Europe, Ghana and the US, and was a 2005 Associate Artist-In-Residence with BBC Radio 3. In 2007 he was British Council writer-in-residence at California State University, Los Angeles and became one of the youngest living writers featured in the Poems on the Underground programme in London for his poem “Tin Roof”.

Nii runs regular workshops in the UK and has set up a Writer’s Fund in Ghana to promote writing among the country’s youth. He has recorded two CDs of his spoken-word poetry, Incredible Blues and Nocturne of Phrase, and has published three chapbooks of poetry – Eyes of a Boy, Lips of a Man, M is for Madrigal, and the self-published Shorter!, which was put together to raise money for the Writers’ Fund initiative. Nii is also the Senior Editor at Flipped Eye Publishing, for whom he has edited Fourteen, Two (editor), Dance the Guns to Silence and x-24: Unclassified (co-editor with Tash Aw). Nii’s short stories can be found in Tell Tales: Volume I (Tell Tales) and Mechanics Institute Review (Birkbeck).His debut novel, Tail of the Blue Bird, was published by Jonathan Cape in June 2009, and was shortlisted for the 2010 Commonwealth Writers Prize.

An experienced performer of his work, Nii has appeared at readings all over the world, including the Nuyorican Poets Café in New York, the Royal Festival Hall in London and Java in Paris, and often leads writing and performance workshops. He was the Resident poet at Borders Bookstores where he hosted the monthly open mike at Charing Cross Road between 2001 and 2005.

If you have not already read Nii’s debut novel Tail of the Blue Bird, please make sure you do. It’s a detective story that combines the basic tug of the whodunit with the more elegant pleasures of the literary novel. The effect the Ghanaian dialogue has in the story adds to the entertainment and insight.

To have your first ever novel shortlisted for a Commonwealth Writers Prize is a huge acheivement, Mr. Parkes Me Firi Ghana salutes you!

You can find more about Nii and his work here or follow him on Twitter:

http://www.niiparkes.com/           @BlueBirdTail

 

By Ben JK Anim-Antwi (Kwesi)

Weekly Insight – Ola the Poet

No Condemnation

We haven’t spoken in a while,
I have so many questions but not enough answers,
I reach for the manual but I lack understanding,
My lips are sealed,
So I guess its time to let it rip,
My biro leaks questions of a lost child,
In my dream,
The king and I had scenes in which we played,
I believed in the wonder that is him,
No!
I’m not Alice,
Jst a soul who’s joy has soiled through many sheets of scattered failures.

Truth be told I am angry,
In rage,
Like the ash that spreads through Iceland,
I am infected by diseases of this world,
Tell me!
Tell me why you sit on the throne and allow Agnes to die?
Or why Damilola went through turmoil before you erased him?
Why did you let Haiti crumble? And let Katrina loose?
Why did you let war rip in Freetown, Sierra Leone?
Answer me,

Yes its true I do things I shouldn’t do,
so I front,
Like a hologram,
I can’t touch you, but I should trust you,
Trust you with my life as it deteriorates whilst you watch me go
through invigorating pain.
You say you do everything for a reason,
What reason do you have to allow those in Afghanistan to die in the
hands of the Americans?
You hear my thoughts each day of the ticking clock,
You see my battle with pornography,
Yet you do nothing,

Yeah I think his buff
I’d lash him,
Sexual thoughts whilst in church, The sermon of the pastor is a blur,
As brother Ayo who sits opposite me wears revealing shirt of all his muscles,
A bulge poking from him T M Lewin trousers,
Stupidly I confide in a sister and brother is Christ and they look at
me as though I’m filthy,

You hear my cries,
But you don’t comfort me at night,
You say I won’t give you what you can’t Handle,
Erm! I don’t think so,
Do you jst reveal in my aches and pains?

You see I adore you,
seriously I wanna be like you,
But I’m washed in sin and I need your blood to wash me clean,
or do I?
Would I rather enjoy the pleasures I roll in?
How can I believe in someone I cannot see?
Then you whisper keep the faith it will manifest,
In a new rage I drown,
I slip through sage,
Return through the wardrobe like the kids of Narnia,
To see the chapter “faith without works is dead”

So I begin to pray,
Speaking in a tongue only he can understand,
Bound by his blood,
I am cornered,
By a serpent in sheepskin clothing.
I rebuke you that inderrs my progress,
For my faith teaches me strength and confidence.
In him I am free,
Like the dove that saws through the skies
My faith in him has no bounds. You see his word is bond and so I stick
to it for that is faith.
My manual to life is filled with the books of courage and wisdom,
Before I was born he knew me, Better than I know myself,
Each hair on my head,
Every footprint I made, He was there,
There with me he stood,
Through my failures,
So I go back each day frustration boils from within,
And John 3:16 and I become acquainted again…

By Ola the Poet