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I am Efo Dela from the Volta Region of Ghana. I am a Computer Engineer by profession and an amateur Poet. 
I started started writing in 2002 when i was in Mawuli. Back then the poems were not so good but over the years my writing has improved quite a bit over the years. My favorite writers are Professor Atukwei Okai and Langstone Hughes.

This Blog
This is my first blog and as such it might be changing appearance quite often till I get the hang of things. I decided to create this blog as a place to share my poems so people could critique and appreciate. I've got quite a few poems some great and others not so great. As time goes on, I will post them and newly written ones.

My Other Blog
Do check out my other blog Politically Incorrect. This blog is all about Ghana and Ghanaians everywhere. As usual it satirical. 

My Poems
My poems are inspired by everyday occurrences and sometimes and over fertile imagination. I write on all aspect of the human life. My style tends to be sarcastic and witty but not always, some are solemn and reflective.

The Present
Two of my poems, "Our Brother was an Idiot" and "The Palm Wine Seller's Daughter" have gain a lot of publicity and that has been really encouraging. The Poetry Foundation Ghana recently informed me that I was  the most read poet of the year 2011 (click the link to read more about that). I'm hoping for an even more eventful 2012

The Future
I hope to publish my poems and other literary works some time soon, I'm not sure when I do not plan to become a full time writer in the foreseeable future. I hope I can continue writing for a long time time to come

Popular posts from this blog

God is My Barber

The sickness that made the Vulture bald
would have killed the Crow.

It is because
the gods are petty
and would not be questioned
about who they show favor to,
That Crows live to,
Squawk hysterically
At Vultures' misfortune.

We have come to understand, that,
when a petty god is your barber,
Crows, who can't afford a razor,
with their benevolent destinies,
will punctuate our precious peace
with their shameless snickering.

the Vulture
pays any mind
wages a war of words
with mockers and scoffers;
for the cure for baldness
is not found in the laughter of Crows...

*****April 4, 2017*****
My Second poem about Vultures. I really need to stop this...😂😂😂

Finding God

The inexplicable
Is proof there's a God.

This, for me,
Is where doubt began.
For if we know today
More than we did yesterday
Then, God is
a constantly contracting chamber of ignorance.

Now if it is so
And God is the Lord of gaps
Then men of religion
May be forgiven
For their unrelenting battle
Against knowledge;
The God killer.

But if God is
the beginning of wisdom
And his people perish
For lack of knowledge
And if we know today
More than we did yesterday

Then it stands to reason
That the God to believe in
Is an ever expanding explosion of knowledge.

I have no faith
In the God of gaps
For God must be Omniscient
And ignorance is not
This, for me, is where doubt ends.

*****April 22, 2017*****

They Don't Teach us how to Grieve

They don't teach young men How to grieve.

Be a man, Stand strong, Men don't cry, They say.
That's how we are made.
Somewhere, There's a conveyor belt Constantly chucking out Boys, with pent-up toxic emotions, Shoulders hunched under the weight of society's expectations.
There's a piece of wood in my mouth I bite hard on it praying I don't black out As I saw off another weakness I saw in the mirror.
Something about Better to enter the Kingdom With one arm...
I don't know...
A brother died today,