Blessed are you who drink my pain
And swallow my seasonal worry,
Where were you,
When the slave master
Took away my pride and destiny?

Stop crying over me,
For I have truly
Exchanged my honey for their bees,
And the walls of ignorance and oppression
Are drawn down over my ballad,

Oh yes, the cockroach will not be safe
In the gathering of fowls,
But you need to stop crying.


© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: nanaspeaks@gmail.com

Look, blow the horn!
Cry, gather together!
Take refuge!
Do not delay!
Lament and wail!
For the fierce anger
Of the gods have not
Turned back from you,
Obama comes back home,

Be astonished, oh heavens,
And be horribly afraid,
Set up signposts!
For the broken calabash
Can hold no water
But a ****** blood,
Obama comes back home,

Can anyone behold
Your great plagues?
Oh Africa, my Africa,
The fruitful womb under
Fierce eternal siege,
Do not look up to the West!
And thou shall be saved,
Obama comes back home.


© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: nanaspeaks@gmail.com

The ivory of the egotistical lily,

The morning hymn of the pious jenny,

The dazzling ebony African beauty,

The sweet spice that seasons my honey,

Rain thy glaring love once again

Upon my careless dispirited pride,

As I rain these tender tears

Upon this stagnant dry land,



I have tasted thy venial venom

With seasonal ache and repentance,

Now, purge my narrow breath of life

From this wicked roaring hunter

Who fire’s at my forlorn nights,

Do not preserve this deficit of mine

For our innocent image,

Lest the gods of the City of the Dead

Keep close to our naked hut,



Calibrate my disobedience with thy soft wind,

And let not thy fierce storm approach,

Resurrect my muscles from the grave

And cover my bones with the flesh of thy kisses,

Open thy wonderful cataract to stream

From thy tongue into my barren bones,

And seal my cockcrow and thy twilight

In the clouds of thy slender cotton wool,



Come, oh my dear Kabutuwaa,

Come and visit my farm this bedtime

And let us **** the blazing stars mutually,

Set free the promising arrow of my daylight

And the pretty bow of thy nightfall

Via the thick murkiness of this gulf,

Allow me to crawl up thy tree of life

And taste of its couple peach anew,

For my craving lips longs for thy

Indispensable eternal ******.


© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: nanaspeaks@gmail.com

Thou art beautiful, Kabutuwaa,
Thou art very beautiful indeed,
See how thy skin colour
Portrays the true beauty of Mama Africa,

Thou art the darkness that gave birth
To light on the day of creation,
Thy humble character inspires
Thy divinely given blackness,

She is the beauty that every precious
Hook seeks to lay the hands on,
Yes, she is the greatest beauty
That nature has ever invested in,

She is the only moon that brightens
The boiling sun in my village,
Obaahemaa is in fact the barrier
Between tomorrow and the down,

Even though she is at the
Other side of the moon,
The drummer shall continue
Beating in deep silence,

If she hears the beating
Of his heart and she is willing,
She shall surely run towards home,

Let all the market women
Come along with their logbooks,
And enjoy the flooding fire,

Let the drums and the rich
Resonant voices Of Okyeman
Put their hands and throats to play,

Alert the slave master
Of this montage occasion,
For the true taste of the

Sacred calico has grown dim
And the echoes of the drizzling rain
Have erupted the volcanic mountains,

Her name is Yaa Kabutuwaa,
Born on a beautiful Thursday morning,
Offer my darling with the seasonal cloth

In its rich natural taste and sight,
For nature has nothing to gain
Except romantic visions and dreams,

Look up!
There she stands on her slender legs
In the middle of the blazing sun,
Spreading her lovely wings over my loneliness,

Call her by her name!
Sit her down!
Sing to her the secret bee’s song of love
To cool down her thirsty heart,

But if my true shining beauty
Will agree, give her a place in
My heart to sleep this night.


© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: nanaspeaks@gmail.com

When life words strayed,
Everything for my life was betrayed,
Nothing good for the monkeys,
Neither any door for the keys,

See how swiftly my life has grown
Causing my skin to brown,
To the gods, it is the blessing of rain,
To me, it is the blessing of pain,

When life was questionable,
Everything for life was edible,
Nothing good to ****,
Neither any way to the hill,

Yes, the hill that covers my pillows,
Sending my soul to the gallows,
Hmm, life has gone completely gaga,
Indeed, my life is a complete saga.


© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: nanaspeaks@gmail.com

Though the hill of life decencies
Into the terror of the valley of death,
Thy river must still flow into my sea,
Though thy yoke of love is full of magic,

Causing the pleasure of thy love to shine,
Thy eyes and mine must still dance in rhythm,
Indeed, the honey behind the magic of love is our
Strong wings that must still fly above the heavens.

© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: nanaspeaks@gmail.com

Thou art beautiful, Kabutuwaa,
Thou art very beautiful indeed,
See how thy skin colour
Portrays the true beauty of Mama Africa,

Thou art the darkness that gave birth
To light on the day of creation,
Thy humble character inspires
Thy divinely given blackness,

She is the beauty that every precious
Hook seeks to lay the hands on,
Yes, she is the greatest beauty
That nature has ever invested in,

She is the only moon that brightens
The boiling sun in my village,
Obaahemaa is in fact the barrier
Between tomorrow and the down,

Even though she is at the
Other side of the moon,
The drummer shall continue
Beating in deep silence,

If she hears the beating
Of his heart and she is willing,
She shall surely run towards home,

Let all the market women
Come along with their logbooks,
And enjoy the flooding fire,

Let the drums and the rich
Resonant voices Of Okyeman
Put their hands and throats to play,

Alert the slave master
Of this montage occasion,
For the true taste of the

Sacred calico has grown dim
And the echoes of the drizzling rain
Have erupted the volcanic mountains,

Her name is Yaa Kabutuwaa,
Born on a beautiful Thursday morning,
Offer my darling with the seasonal cloth

In its rich natural taste and sight,
For nature has nothing to gain
Except romantic visions and dreams,

Look up!
There she stands on her slender legs
In the middle of the blazing sun,
Spreading her lovely wings over my loneliness,

Call her by her name!
Sit her down!
Sing to her the secret bee’s song of love
To cool down her thirsty heart,

But if my true shining beauty
Will agree, give her a place in
My heart to sleep this night.

© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: nanaspeaks@gmail.com

The divine walkway
To the river-side
Has began to warp in
Singing and whooping with love,
But I was in the palace
To witness the examination,

See how the evening sky
Has suffered with crimson
And delight, awaiting
The gorgeous joy of the dawn,
How can the nations
Begin this monthly journey
With a broken arm?

The old gossip proclaimed that
Mother Africa caused the
*** to burst into loud wails
Early on that faithful morning,
Whiles the companions took
No pain to grace the occasion,

Oh gosh, is that the time?
Is that an absolute
Gospel of the gory spectacle?
Indeed, we need to offer
Sacrifices of praise
To propitiate the gods,

Let the gracious protocol begin!
Mothers, please cover
That beautiful black skin
With that sunblock sheabutter cream,
And cover that gracious hips
With that piece of kente cloth,

My dear, please
Taste the sacred food
And swallow the egg also,
For sitting on a golden stool
Which stands on a precious mat,
Has become good news for the ancestors,

Now perceive this,
When the moonlight slipped
Past the curled edges
Of the shades of nature, and
The children faces gleamed,

I knew I had
Fallen victim to the sensual
Lures and snares of the
Twin towers protruding
From your glorious chest,

You have indeed kindled
The eternal flame within me,
My black eternal beauty,
You are truly
A fine African woman.

© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: nanaspeaks@gmail.com

The mighty men of valour
Hate to possess the
Answer to thy beauty,
For as long as

Nature obey laws,
There shall not be
Any beauty like
Unto my darling,

Ah, questioning the past
Has opened a new leaf
Of this unquestionable version,
For as long as

Thou shine thy true
Blackness upon my sinful nature,
These happy days of mine
Will be lost without thy gut,

The persistent shrilling
Of the magic cricket
At midnight and the rustling of
The palm leaves in the sea breeze,

Makes me feel
Ashamed and proud,
For as long as
Great men are
Ready to bite the

Lioness for thy sake,
Thy power of beauty
Shall be the soul
Of thy flamboyant womanhood,

Never hid them, oh
My only true lover,
For as long as
Thou art fairer in character
Than the master’s daughter,

She that has no
Respect for the humus,
The nations shall behold these firm
Twain towers upon
Thy juicy sedate chest,

Children of Africa,
Look up straight
Upon the holy mountains,
For as long as
This blazing sun

Remains the likeness
Of her sharp big eyes,
The eternal honey dripping
From her faithful lips
Will be traded for life

Ah, my only falling rain,
The mother of many nations,
For as long as
Thy beauty remains prosperous,
The starling shall not cease

To express my sincere
Whims to imprison thee
In my heavy heart,
I love thee Obaahemaa,
Thou art Cleopatra indeed.

© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: nanaspeaks@gmail.com

Born like a kid,
Believed like a child,
Thought like a philosopher,
Depressed like a prisoner,

Felt like a sinner,
Hated like a lawyer,
Ate like a veterinarian,
Lied like a politician,

Read like a historian,
Saw like a physician,
Slept like a pharmacist,
Smelt like a scientist,

Spoke like a priest,
Heard like an economist,
Loved like a counselor,
Tasted like a rich bachelor,

Worked like a tool,
Cheated like a fool,
Walked like a diplomat,
And died like a cat.

My one and only precious stone,
You glitter to show me
Which path to take when
I come to a crossroad,

My better companion
With best ideas,
You are priceless,
Yes, I am speechless,

I cherish your worth and
Committed to your camp
Of love to anyone that behold,
For some will not understand,

Some will misinterpret it,
Some will be confuse,
You are priceless,
Yes, I am speechless,

I thank Tweaduampon
For giving you to me,
And thank you for being
My reliable true friend,

For a friend of your kind,
Every day comes with new love
You are priceless,
In fact, I am speechless.

© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: nanaspeaks@gmail.com

Pleasure is mine for loving you,
Changing my mind to your love
Is a pain I have found hard to bear,

For the drops of your loving
Power makes my in-born loving
Character comes out,

It transforms my heart from loving
To most loved or best ecstasy in love,
I drink the sea for your love,

I taste the fruit of death for your love,
I close my eyes to some
Symbols for your love,

I keep quiet to things
I hear for your love,
I sit at one place and watch

The stars in the sky just to
Imagine how you will fall in
My track as I journey through life,

I keep close to you for your affections,
I sleep for your talks,
I dream for your understanding,

For you rekindle in me
The joy of togetherness,
Indeed, learning and teaching love
Is a subject that takes two.


© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: nanaspeaks@gmail.com

I harvested the stars
And burnt the moon
Just to season your love,
But you have now
Found yourself a pure xylophone
And have created a rhythm for it,

I wept over agony
And pierced my heart
Just to feel your love,
But you have now
Found yourself a valuable coin
And have not traded it,

I rejected the dawn
And sealed the river source
Just to hear your love,
But you have now
Found yourself an everlasting fountain
And have drunk as much as you could,

I mended the rocks
And fought the storms
Just to hear your love,
But you have now
Found yourself a secret cornerstone
And have leaned on it comfortably,

I bit my fingers
And chewed the palm kernels
Just to sing your love,
But you have now
Found yourself a better tune
And have danced to it,

I buried the clouds
And drunk the sea
Just to call your love,
But you have now
Found yourself a basket full of roses
And have planted a sea of it,

I blurred the firelight
And strolled over the sea waves
Just to dance your love,
But you have now
Found yourself a new moon
And it brightens your night always,

I betrayed my heart
And performed with the fiend
Just to dance your love,
But you have now
Found yourself a true woman
And have betrayed my love.

© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: nanaspeaks@gmail.com

I am Emmanuel, the strength firmly
Established upon my divinity is
The Melchisedec Crown, I am diadem
With the White Crown of The Father,
And set as King on the Throne of Grace,
I have assumed the double
Golden Dove-crest, and have
Grasps the Crook and the Flail,

I am Jesus, I have scattered
The darkness of eternal terror,
I have driven away the mighty
Whirlwind and the storm,
I have given the pleasant breeze of
The north wind unto The Spirit of God,
The Beautiful Being, as He came
Forth from the Divine Flesh
Of Him who gave Him birth,

I am Jesus, I have given cakes
With sweet hand to the Glorious Ones,
I have protected the shoulder of The
Spirit of God, I have embalmed Him,
I have made sweet His fragrance,
Even the odor of the Beautiful God,

I am Emmanuel, the Lord of Sudan,
I have made content Egypt, and
Have quieted the two Divine
Combatants in their season of storm,

© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: nanaspeaks@gmail.com

Darling, thy sweet voice echoes
In my heart, and I cannot stop loving you,
For the soft touch of thy hands
Protects me and ceases my loneliness,

Darling, thy presence on my side
At the very hour I needed
Thee watered our love eternally,

Please, do not hide thy loving care
Away from my lonely heart,
For thou have all I need to live
And prove myself right for
Knowing a darling person thou art,

Thou make my face bright when
I am down depress and nowhere to turn,
Indeed thou change my sadness into ecstasy,
For thou stop whatever thou do to attend
To me because of thy lovely care,

I am here thinking and searching
Through my mind to know how
The Gods brought thee into my life,

For thou push me high up to
Where He has prepared for us all,
I cannot imagine loosing thee,
I will keep on loving you.

© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: nanaspeaks@gmail.com