Hefemally
The nabbing,
In his early 30s;
The fallout,
In her early 30s;
From a humble beginning to its present status,
But the ages of the African Leaders are common to us all!
And like the ace of the black hearts.
Hefemally is my name and,
My present age is part of my journey in Africa! !
For the muse of love is like the aroma of sweet wine;
And like the colours of the rainbow,
But, my identity is the ace of the black love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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So long, too long!
So long, too long!
Back in the days and back in time;
Struggling from the roots of Africa to identify myself;
But, born in 1961! !
So long, too long!
From yesterday with my muse of love;
And like today with the problems of the earth,
But, is this the future? ! !
The African story,
The African struggle,
The African muse,
The African experience,
The African hardships,
With the hustle and bustle to identify myself to the status of this world;
But, i am still moving on without giving up! !
For, nobody knows tomorrow.
So long, too long!
But, all the fingers are not equal;
And like the movements of the snail and tortoise,
However, i will surely reach there when you also do get there.
This life,
This muse,
This continent,
This mind,
This writer and his story! !
But, it has taken me so long, too long!
This is my life,
This is my muse,
This is my mind,
This is myact,
And, i am now presenting my love to you;
But, it has taken me so long, too long!
1961,
Born in Africa;
Yes, from 1961 to the present time! !
Struggling to make ends meet;
And, like the life seen in the slums of Africa!
But, it has taken me so long, too long! !
Africa, Africa, Africa, Africa! ! !
The land of my birth and my homeland;
But, i am still finding my way through the dark forest to represent myself to the world,
With hopes and dreams every now ansd then without giving up!
But, it has taken me so long, too long! !
Back in the days,
Oh yes! ! And, like the days of yesterday gone by;
But today, you can read my lines to know who i am!
And like the muse of sweet love in the land of peace,
But, it has taken me so long, too long!
This is it,
This is me,
That is it,
That is my muse,
Here i am and, this is my mind! !
With the sweet love from my heart brewed in the African Pot;
Touching the minds of many and, ready to educate others,
But, it has taken me so long, too long!
Come and enter into my world so sweet with your love,
Come and taste the muse of my love with your mind,
And like the aroma of sweet love from the bed of roses;
Where, the delight of love is crowned with peace and care,
But, this journey on this earth started from my mother's womb.
Oh yes! ! in the land of Africa to represent my muse;
Out of the womb of my mother to cry out to the world! !
And like the tears of love in the land of beautiful flowers,
However, it has taken me so long, too long!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mama Africa Wants To....
African girl,
You are like the slice of cake and the muse of love;
But od present the status on your right hand side to meet up with your mind,
Because the youthful act of your muse is like a call from Mama Africa.
African girl,
Mama Africa wants to educate you among all others;
So you have to separate your sheep among your goats,
Because i was once lost in the bush of love and you shown me the way out!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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African Spokesman
I am the African Spokesman and,
I have something for you;
Because, the muse of my African Stew tastes different from yours!
And, it is infused with a special ingredient from the African Soil.
I am the muse that you are reading and,
I am the African Child with my words so sweet! !
And like the love of your mind without the wars around you;
Because, i am always for the peace of this world.
I am the African Spokesman and,
I am presenting the muse of my mind from Africa to educate you;
For, mankind had now made more amumunitions for war!
But, we really don't need them when, we talk about peace on this earth.
Listen and look for peace around you always,
Learn and care for others around you always,
For education is not always about degrees! !
Because, the very professors are the very ones who made these weapons of war.
The African Spokesman is what i am,
Along the streets of Africa and around the hiding places of the ghettoes!
For, i have seen many things in my life and, i have more to tell to you;
But, like the colours of the rainbow,
We need to love each other in the name of the colours that nature gave us.
I am the African Spokesman and,
I have something for you;
But, if you listen very carefully, you will feel the muse of my love around you!
Because, this world is now being captured by the weapons of war than peace.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mama Africa's Identity
Mama Africa's identity,
And of the Fulanis and the Fulbes;
But the Savannah and the Sahara are here to stay in Africa.
Mama Africa's identity,
And of the Dogons and the Shilluks;
And of the cowries usedas money in those days,
But the identities of the African are in many faces.
It is like a durbar in Africa and,
At the market plac to meet others;
But a visit to the tomatoes market in Ghana will tell you much.
Mama African's identity,
And like 'the Golden Stool' of the Ashanti Kingsdom!
But wait for the dried-fish on the coasts of Africa.
Visit St. Louis in the delta of Senegal and learn about the ways of the African,
For my home i in El Molo;
And like Mama Africa's identity praising my muse.
Mama African's identity,
And of the pygmies in Central Africa!
But i have my mind on the Rift Valley,
And like the mirror of the rivers, lakes and the seas of Africa! !
The Massai and the Dinka do play their roles,
And like the Nubaians in South Sudan;
But with the temperature above 40 degrees in most parts of Africa.
Mama Africa's identity,
And like a message to my lover in Lalibala;
For early in the morning came the leopards to drink some water,
But a visit to Mount Meru will entice you.
Mama Africa's identity,
And of the Zulus and the Rendilles;
But the Afars are here to blend with the dry land.
Mama Africa's identity,
With the rhythms and rituals of the Africans!
And like the tribes of Ovambo, Herero, Xhosa, Shona and Matabele.
And like the Bemba, the Tonga and the Ovaimbundu!
But the red land of Africa care for you all.
Mama Africa's identity,
And of River Limpopo in the mist of love;
But try to visit the Victoria Falls to satisfy your curiosity.
Mama Africa's identity,
And of the Himbas with their traditional dance;
But the Kikuyu, the Hutu, the Tutsi and the Hambukushu are also there,
For Africa is a very big continent for all of us.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Spirit Of St. Louis V
In my consotium,
Of blue tongues and red tongues!
But the yellow tongue came in to respect my muse,
And like the colours of the rainbow to tell my story as an African.
The wolves of the night and the birds of the day,
Cure the rabies to give them babies! !
For i do take my afternoon nap under the big trees,
And the heat of Africa is all about my sweet muse.
Tie up your lace to win the race set before you,
For the race of this world is all about left-handed and right-handed;
But respect him or her to move up with life,
And like the joy of my mind in the land of talented people.
I've got my right brain to think from and,
My left-hand to write with;
But talented with the muse of love when the sun shines on me,
For Mother Africa is my home.
Mumble, grumble, fumble, crumble, tumble, jumble, bumble, humble;
Humble yourself when your neighbours tumble,
And like a bumble-bee in the land of sweet roses!
But don't crmble the bread when someone has not eaten.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Black, White Or Coloured
I was born black and you were born white or coloured;
But we all came from the lovely hands of the Creator,
Because the Creator loves colours!
And like the muse of the rainbow seen across the sky.
I am always black! !
In the sun, in sickness and even when i die;
But the Creator made it so,
And i will be buried as a black when i die.
You were born white or coloured,
But you came out of the womb with the colour of the rose!
And you became whit eor coloured in the process of your growth,
But you are always blue when it is cold.
You do turn green when there is fear in your eyes!
But yellow when you are sick;
And like the various colours of the rainbow as seen across the sky,
But you will be grey when you die.
This shows that i am always black from birth to death,
But you do have various colours to satisfy your muse like the rainbow;
So you are more coloured than i am in this life,
And we all know the reality of these facts on this earth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Pride To Be An African
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of which everybody imitates
My Africa of which culture exceed the Greek
My Africa of which everyone is jealous of
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of enormous natural endowment
My Africa of Non-Violence
My Africa of Amorous populates
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of patriot men and women
My Africa of shelter and vintage hospitality
My Africa of great ancestral mythology
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa that bore fruits of black diamonds
My Africa which is a gift to the whole world
My Africa of great leadership
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of learned youths
My Africa of a bright generation
My Africa true tradition
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of black pageant women
My Africa of strong men
My Africa from who we all hail from
For every African deserves a Nobel Prize in
Existence.
poem by Fasan paul
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Coffie
I am the voice of love from afar searching for you,
And you are on a mission towards my love;
But the calabash gourd is still around you,
And like the muse of your love in the land of Malaya Roses.
I am called Coffie and the aroma of your love is around me,
But wisdom is what we need together on this love;
And like the rainbow colours in the land of your muse,
But i am ready to lead you on with my sweet love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Black, Beautiful And Lovely
I am black, beautiful and lovely in the continent of Africa!
And of the colours of the rainbow that baths me all year round;
For many have seen my status in the 2010 World Cup,
And i am black, beautiful and lovely.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Once Upon A Time
Once upon a time there was a Black Man in Africa,
He was a different Blackman with words of love and care;
And today he is here with you as a bard so sweet,
So let your innerself arise to toch the world with love.
In the beginning was the sojourners scattered thoughout Pontus,
But today the Black Man is here with you with the muse of love;
And the foreknowledge of his words are better than hate.
To the new born babies,
Be merciful to all around you;
For once upon a time was this Blackman into the journey of hardships,
But today he is here with you people to guide you on with care.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Photo Of Africa
How beautiful are your breasts?
And, how beautiful are your lips?
For your sweet spices of love are like the aroma of the perfumer,
And like the photo of Africa in the land of colours.
The photo of Africa and the muse of your love,
Deeper and deeper lie the dark shadows of love;
But i have prepared my table of love for you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Wheedle The Riddle
So delicious so sweet,
An African with an Eskimo;
Blackeye peas,
White-eye beans;
I an in the valley of love with my mind.
What if this person was a White?
This person will have a white skin and,
A long hair,
What if this person was a Black?
This person will have a black skin and,
A short hair;
Love is like the rainbow out there.
Out of the romance came love,
Out of the kiss came something so sweet;
Rain clouds of the sky,
So delicious so sweet.
Wheedle the riddle,
An African with an Eskimo;
So delicious so sweet is this muse at hand.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Thousand Pieces
Thousand pieces of broken glass,
Thousand pieces of sweet love to share;
But fools don't go to heaven.
A bird's nest,
A soldier's boots,
Something to dig with;
But you've now humbled her so,
Take her as your wife.
You kissed her and brought her to your home,
And behind her veil with your muse;
But her wet places are now noted.
Cast lots for the two goats and,
Let her play with your muse;
For she's now with you at your residence!
Net, pet, let, set, wet, bet, get, jet, met, ret, yet, vet;
On the eight day with love to care for your lover,
And like the fat of the sin offering.
It must be eaten the same day with a pleasing aroma,
Strong and long to respect those in authority;
For her pleasing aroma brought you closer to her.
Smooth and soft from the dreamland of love,
For the fruits of her love was met by your muse;
And like fine flour mixed with oil.
Smooth and wet to respect the colours of the rainbow,
The raw flesh was what attracted you!
And of the beautiful bed that she laid on.
Just this once with the muse of your love,
So bathe and anoint yourself with love;
For the Wilderness of Egypt is like the colour of your love.
Coastline of sweet love from the great sea,
Wheedle the riddle and fiddle the needle;
And like the Vineyards of Romance at the Callers Spring.
Water came out of it and your sweet love was noted,
For she lulled you into a deep sleep!
And just this once with the muse of your love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Bolo
Black is our colour and white is your muse,
But with one love and one heart to share with you;
White is your colour and black is my muse,
But in peace and love to share this sweet muse with you;
For the colours of black and white are always around us,
And i am Bolo from the Land of Equal Rights and Justice.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Black And Red
Black and Red
The colours of dead
Black and Red
The colours of my bed.
Black and Red
swirling in my head
Black and Red
Killing my brov Ted.
BLACK AND RED
Black and Red
Colours that spread
Black and Red
The patterned thread.
Black and Red
The voices said
Black and Red
I Iove eating bread
Black and Red
My favourite colours till the end.
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The Black Continent
Africa, Africa, Africa!
The Black Continent full of raw materials and talented people;
For the Blackman is capable of managing his own affairs.
Beautiful South Africa,
Beautiful North Africa,
Beautiful East Africa,
Beautiful West Africa,
And beautiful Central Africa! !
This Black Continent is full of natural resources.
Visit Africa to understand our ways,
For we have more to the world!
And like the muse of the animals in the forest,
But The Black Continent means a lot to all of us on this earth:
Africa, Africa, Africa! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mama Africa's Treasure
On the run!
With your mind;
On the move!
With your love;
And like Mama Africa's Treasure! !
But, they came and took your treasure away.
Food for the belly!
To gain your love and to love once again;
But, do guide me with your true love always! !
Because, Mama Africa's Treasure is what what you need.
Be thankful with what you've got from me!
In the jungle,
Wild and free!
But, with hidden tracks;
However, this train is heading towards the land of your muse.
Welcome to the world! !
Welcome to the muse of Africa;
Rich in love,
Rich with colours,
But, open your eyes and look around with them!
With the muse of love and with the muse of peace,
And like Mama Africa's Treasure.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Stars And The Moon Of Africa
The African Dream,
Of the everlasting hope to respect my mind;
And like the stars and the moon of Africa,
But my heart is all that i share with you.
You are always on my mind and,
Deeper love is what i have laid down on my table;
But don't wait until my sweet love finds you,
Because you are the only one seen by the eyes of my heart!
This love message,
And of the muse of the African colours to respect your love;
Sweet and deeper than ever! !
But don't wait until my sweet love finds you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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1955
Your were born in 1955! !
So, you are six years older than i am;
But, the muse of your love came to me,
And like the rainbow up high with many colours.
My sweet love is for you and,
Your sweet love is for me;
But, do think about the rainbow colours up high!
For, you and i were meant to be,
But, i am fro peace on this earth! !
Because, i want to see how best we can put this world into a better shape together.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Black And White Mountain Of Africa
The Black and White Mountain of Africa!
Give me hope and let me move my mind to the world;
And just to fit in like a human being,
Because making choices is part of man.
Facts and techniques,
And to the muse of the Black and White Mountain of Africa! !
But do pay close attention to the love i have around you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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