24 Wednesday May 2017
Posted in African Women Writers, Carpe Diem, Challenges, Micropoetry, Poetry, Tan Renga
Tags
Adjei Agyei Baah, Africa, Afriku, Ancient Roads, culture, Nature, tradition
Done for Carpe Diem.
We are to complete the following haiku by Adjei Agyei Baah, with our own two lines of 7-7 syllables each.
© Adjei Agyei-Baah
ancient road
the trails of the masters
absorbed in fallen leaves
Mine
I tread ever so cautious
the souls not to resurrect
Tan Renga
ancient road
the trails of the masters
absorbed in fallen leaves
I tread ever so cautious
the souls not to resurrect
28 Tuesday Jul 2015
Posted in Afriku, Carpe Diem, Challenges, Haiku, Poetry
Done for Carpe Diem.
Nap
midday nap
a bouquet of beads
her only cover
2
thatched eaves
her only cover
for a midday nap
Copyright © Celestine Nudanu 28/07/15 I appreciate your patience with me as I catch up on your blogs. Thanks a million! Shalom13 Monday Jul 2015
Posted in Afriku, Challenges, Haiku, Poetry
Fresh
noon day heat
scent of fresh palm-wine
lingering
My dear friend, Adjei Agyei Baah has also submitted his haiku based on the prompt, for publication of my blog whilst he works on getting a blog of his own.
green market
the scent of fresh mushroom
calling
(c) Adjei Agyei-Baah, Ghana
Copyright © Celestine Nudanu 13/07/15 I appreciate your patience with me as I catch up on your blogs. Thanks a million! Shalom02 Thursday Jul 2015
Posted in Carpe Diem, Challenges, Haiku, Poetry, Publication
Tags
Adjei Agyei Baah, Africa, Afriku, culture, grinding stones, Haiku from Africa, pepper soup, Stones, tradition
Done for Carpe Diem.
CDHK features a wonderful haiku poet from , Ghana, Adjei Agyei Baah, co-founder of the Poetry Foundation Ghana. Adjei Baah has “invented” the (as he calls it) Afriku, the haiku from Africa. You can read more about the Afriku here. Below are his “stones”-haiku/afriku which he would like to share at CDHK and upon which we are to base our inspiration: I’m pleased to announce that Adjei Agyei Baah will be appearing here as a Guest soon. Be on the lookout for the interview. 🙂
2
Mine
grinding stone
her ebony hue
faded in pepper soup
Copyright © Celestine Nudanu 02/07/15 I appreciate your patience with me as I catch up on your blogs. Thanks a million! Shalom
30 Monday Jun 2014
Posted in Challenges, Ghanaian Literature Week, Poetry
Done for Mindmiserymenagerie, BastetsShardorma photo prompt. We are to imagine a time, when poetry games (in Japan) and story telling were the main pastime in the evenings. No television, radio or computer just people sitting ’round the fireplace. In Africa, storytelling is part and parcel of us. Even our dance gestures and moves tell stories of their own. In Ghanaian folklore, Ananse, (A-nan-se) or the Spider is credited with much cunning and guile and he becomes the subject of many stories woven and told around the fireside in the evenings, often with a morale.
(3-5-3-3-7-5)
warming hands
over Nana’s flames
that sizzles
fat corn cobs
crickets, and owls make music
to Ananse’s wish
(1-2-3-4-1)
defying
family, death
Ananse cheats all
we giggle with excitement
trepidation
(3-5-3-3-7-5)
cobs roasted
we chew and exhale
Nana’s jaws
in tandem
we sigh at Ananse’s fate
at hands of gum-man
Copyright © Celestine Nudanu (29/06/14)I appreciate your patience with me as I catch up on your blogs. Thanks a million! Shalom.
10 Tuesday Sep 2013
Posted in Challenges, Haiku, Poetry
September Heights. Day Ten. The Prompt is Kitchen
Kitchen
grinding stone and smoke her lot as African mum she wears it with pride (2) serve me lunch in the heart of your home where love brews Copyright © Celestine Nudanu 10/09/13I appreciate your patience with me as I catch up on your blogs. Thanks a million! Shalom
01 Friday Feb 2013
Posted in Challenges, Fiction, Friday Fictioneers
I’m back again on the Friday Fictioneers bandwagon after a one month break. Sometimes, the workload gets too much and I just lie low. I do miss the FF group. We are just too super to be glossed over. Anyway, this week’s prompt, the first for February is by kind courtesy of Claire Fuller, and as usual Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, is the able and fine captain of the ship. Please, find below my story. (102 words) Feel free to critique and comment. Thank you.
Janus
They say the beginning is like the end, like the two-faced god. I never understood this until Kwamena died.
The priest decreed that a son of the land would die to atone for the sins committed by the princess who eloped with the slave. But why must Kwamena die? Is there no mercy in the breast of the two-faced god?
But the beginning of the end of Kwamena came silently upon me and my dreams yielded a coffin. I did not see it clearly until they brought my son’s body home in a sealed box from the whiteman’s land.
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