When do growing pains end
Is it when you find a new best friend
Someone who gets all your concerns
And always happy to lend a hand
Where do growing pains go
When you’re around merry souls
Singing carols with hearts of gold
When they’ll come back, you’ll never know
You’ll never know until they hit
Like a slap across the face
Like a bully’s worst pinch
Like happiness closed the gate
Will you ever be fine again
Will they leave you, the growing pains
Or will they hang around your home
And strike again when you least know
I’ve seen Aburi hundreds of times
In my mind’s eye
But never have my feet stepped there
Never have my nostrils breathed
the chill of the night air atop the hills
But I’ve felt it hundreds of times
Have I ever told you
Have I ever shown you
That it’s always you sitting there with me
Breathing the chill of the night air atop the hills
Playfully fighting the cold with the warm smoke from our mouths
Infusing the atmosphere with the sweet smell of our incense
We don’t want to leave
But the dawn above
and the slowly waking villages below
Remind us that our time is borrowed
Hood up, halo on
He’s an angel and a roadman
She tries to walk in sync with him but
his jagged wings keep nudging her shoulders
And he pretends not to notice
as he puts his arm around her
She likes the thought of being his
Until she unveiled the truth
Behind his scintillating eyes:
That despite the stuff of rom-coms,
not all odd pairings end up working out
But would she deny herself her favourite thrill
of being with an angel and a roadman?
the smell-the-meko-on-my-hands-after-my-kenkey eater
the polyamorous-multi-socket-but-im-still-single lover
the part-my-red-seas-please enjoyer
the depressed-myself-but still-helping-others helper
the if-you-know-some-pls-link-me asker
the eww-too-much-oil-in-my-kelewele complainer
the fanice-trash-bag wearer
the number-one-a1-afuom-freaky freaker
the most-uniquest-truest coaster
Do you ever hear the waves communing with your spirit?
Do you ever hear the wind speaking your native tongue?
Do you ever feel your ancestors on your skin when the rain blesses your blackness?
Do you ever hear an angel cry in the voice of the child hawking in the street?
Do you ever see blood on your sleeves after you wipe away your tears?
Do you ever hear your heart bleed for all the wounds that refuse to heal?
In the cemetery we may or may not ever find ourselves together, there are so many unknowns…
So many unsaid truths and stories untold;
The place where last hopes and infelicitous wishes unfold.
There was a new dimension of love we were yet to uncover,
And the figures between the trees were never a bother,
Until once or twice they tried to be –
– but I had you right next to me and we seemed to have all the peace that we needed.
like the ghosts lurking behind the trees that we pretended weren’t there,
the smoke screen cleared and the clouds disappeared
and suddenly the day is bright and the fact is in clear view, we know we’re going to end soon, and “you know it too, don’t you boo, yes you do”, yet neither of us wanted to say those last words.