Liberian Literary Magazine Promoting Liberian Literature , Arts and Culture
Berenice Mulubah A Night Away
Descended from heaven like an angel , My toes touched the ground . I whisked him away from danger Just when he was about to drown .
Away we went from traditions , Culture , and social demands ; With an undivided attention , His mind opened , willing to expand .
We flew over the mountaintop And down to the valley below — Just when he started to enjoy the ride We landed on the ocean shore .
We sat and talked about the dos and don ’ ts , What he had and had not ; We talked about the African man And his woman too .
I asked about the woman ’ s role And why he controlled her life as a whole . Two minutes passed , he didn ’ t say a word , So I whispered these words in his ears : “ Educate the African woman , my friend . That ’ s the best way to go . Raising your boys into gentlemen , She ’ s your backbone , for sure .
When she rises , The continent shall rise — That , my friend , is gold .”
His eyes rolled around in his head , His mouth flew open to speak , And just before the words came flying out , His alarm started to blow .
And he woke up to a brand-new day , A brand-new life , I must say . The African man , the African woman , A partnership worth the while
Berenice Mulubah is the author of Purple Honey Lips and Landing Safely On A Solid Rock . She is a popular Liberian entertainer and blogger
Nene Tetteh Adusu YESTERDAY
Just yesterday , I saw the moon take the sun ' s place In a steamy air amidst thunder claps Yet the heavens stood in the land amidst silence .
Just yesterday Silence in heaven broke down in loud cries tearing nothing but air so windy it made the trees clap .
Just yesterday the earth never knew the sand will marry the air and be dust For it wallowed not in blindness like Tiresias All that remained were stones , and with time , turned sand in truth .
Just yesterday A calabash sunk in the sea of poverty , Riches , its contents , sunk down well , And all hearers of yesterday doubted the truce therein But in truce is fruited the doubt .
Writing under his indigenous name- Nene Tetteh Adusu , alias Tetteh- a Poet , Performer and dramatist , hails from Ghana and currently lives in Accra .
He believes that just as words were used in creating this world , so can the world be transformed by words .
Mirroring life and crashing them when necessary to fit the pieces in life ’ s dazzling puzzle- his philosophy . Nene holds an B . A ( Hons .) Theatre Arts from the University of Cape Coast , Ghana .
He was the " Order of the Village " awardee at The Village Thinkers Poetry Honorary Awards , 2015 .
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