POETIC TRIBUTE IN POETIC MEMORY OF THE ACADEMIC POETPROFESSOR KOFI AWOONOR FOR THE ATTENTION OF ANCESTOR POETS OF OURS IN THE POETIC KINGDOM OF AFRICAN WISDOM
By Mawutodzi Kodzo Abissath
PROF. KOFI AWOONOR |
MY TRANSITION
Oh, mourn not
Over my sleeping corpse,
For my humble soul
Is free for a higher course.
As the pain of living
Is faithfully relieved
By the joy of dying,
My blissful transition
Is but a sublime reincarnation
Through a wonderful initiation.
Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice!
For dead though i seem,
So alive still I am
Oh, mourn not
Over my sleeping corpse,
For my humbly soul
Is free for a higher course
MKA
THE SOUL
From Divinity
To humanity,
Like a ghost from the sea
In million manifold shapes
On its journey to manifest,
Wanders in the atmosphere
Only to convert into clouds
That darkens the bright horizon.
Then, into the sea it returns
In an incarnated form of a rain
To bring life to dying creatures
Crying on the deserted plain!
Yes, that downpour you see,
Is the fruit of an invisible vapour
That ascends into the heavens
When the sun’s rays,
Like the Holy Ghost
Descend on the ocean waves-
A divine process indeed!
It manifests itself in a wondrous
Fashion from eternity to eternity!
MKA
YOU WILL OBLIGE
An ancient woman I know,
How old she is – I don’t know,
Neither beautiful nor ugly she is;
But when she knocks at your door,
You will definitely oblige.
Nobody’s friend ever she is
But million’s foe she always is
When she knocks at your door,
You will oblige!
Whether wise or fool
When she knocks at your door,
You will oblige.
From animality to humanity,
When she knocks at your door,
You will oblige!
Beloved ancient woman,
Your action is inevitable,
But hardly acceptable
To the human kind,
Can you have some mercy
On humanity?
MKA
THE MAN POET
The unmade poet
Is a born lunatic.
Like the Atlantic,
A flood of ideas
Undulate in his mind
And burst on his tongue
Like the waves of the shore
At the explosion of his thoughts
In the city avenues even!
Ordinary eyes
Judge him abnormal,
But wise ears heed his counsel.
Little brains
Grope with his words,
But evolved souls
Grasp his thoughts;
A scientific madman indeed!
He uses the philosophers’ lab
For his lunatic researches
He rushes to the mystics’ asylum
For his dramatic experiments
And only few taste
His poetic philosophy!
Worthy brethren, brethren!
Cross the Man Poet you may,
“What a lunatic being,” you‘ll say,
Right or wrong you may be –
Why not seek ye the key
That reveals the poetic will?
MKA
SELECTED POEMS
DEDICATED TO
PROFESSOR KOFI
AWOONOR,
A FEARLESS
INTELLECTUAL WARRIOR
WHO OBTAINED HIS
HIGHEST INITIATION
IN THE HANDS OF SOME
WAYWARD SOULS
OF PEACEFUL ISLAM IN
GLOBAL TERRORISM
ON HIS MISSION OF
LITERARY ILLUMINATION
ON 21 SEPT., 2013 IN
NAIROBI, KENYA -
POSTERITY WILL BE
HIS JUDGE!
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