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About

Me
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.

but
the Vulture
neither
pays any mind
nor
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*****

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My Second poem about Vultures. I really need to stop this...😂😂😂

Bedtime Epiphany of a Pining Heart

Tonight,
I contemplated
On things that were and were not,
On why
Light retracts different, in your eyes,
Like rainbows randomly ricocheting
Off my intangible thoughts,
Spellbinding...

On why,
Words sound different, on your lips,
How you laugh,
How the sounds take a path,
Across infinite dreams,
Into all my incarnations,
Into all my iterations,
Into all...

Tonight,
I concluded
You are a figment
of my imagination,
You must be...

For
God is not so cruel
That he made a Heaven like you
Then condemned me
To the Hell of perpetual longing
Wanting, and never belonging...

*****September 14, 2016*****


Bambara Beans

You know how I can't stand it,
When you've had a bowl of beans,
And this six by six meters of room
Is raging hell and bitter perfume.

You know how it irks me,
When I hold my breath
And you laugh too hard
Till tears run down your cheeks
Ridged by parallel tribal marks.

You know I hate you
For not being here,
The air is clean
And I don't know how to breath easy.

They planted
sweet smelling flowers
On your grave
And
I want to rip them all out
And for you, in their place,
Plant Bambara beans,
So that, once again,
I can hold my breath
Whenever I come to visit you.

*****November 26, 2016*****

R. I. P Friend 😢


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