My favourite things - KKD

The smiles & laughter of my beloved children, 

the view of vast green fields & scent of freshly-cut grass;

The oven-fresh smell of freshly-baked bread, 

the quirkiness & beauty of hand-made furniture & antique cars;

The delightful mind & hourglass figure of a well read & stylish woman, 

the kind and thoughtful words of persons with class;

Lovers who make vows & make them last, 

the effort & brightness of kids who top their class;

Ladies that cook well with whatever they have at home, 

friendship that is tested but endures and lasts;

Raindrops drumming on and washing my roof, 

birds chirping, melodious music playing, Kojo Antwi singing to a lass;

These are some of my favourites things &, perhaps, to pray, to love, to serve, to dance 

To express oneself well & dress with pizazz!

You may not have given it any serious thought because you have been too busy working to pay the bills, 

engrossed in attending to family or new found love, or just swept away by the tide of 'more important things in life' but your favourite things bring a smile to your face. They must not be placed on the back-burner for they form part of your very existence.

They have a special way of lifting up your spirits and lighting up your life.

They may be pricey or may not cost any money at all. 

They may consume hours on end or may not take away from our most valuable resource of all - TIME. 

But if they were taken away from our existence, this journey called life would not be so pleasurable. 

The simple thought of them warms our hearts. The smell, sight, sound, taste or feel of them make us HAPPY.

So tell me, Earth Angels and Urban Warriors, as the Yuletide beckons and Santa reckons he will bring our favourite things to us in peace and one piece, what are your favourite things?

There is more to man than meets the eye

"When she saw the one shining bright from afar

She couldn't help but exclaim, Oh what a star!

From a distance his condition was mint

Style and substance, fresh like peppermint

So she said to herself, this one looks so good

I would bear their child and catch a grenade for them, touch wood

The type I can introduce to granny and my mother

My teacher, my sister, my brother, even my father

Then they opened their mouths and when they spoke

All the gauges blinked red, she asked, Is this a joke?

Alas, there is more than meets the eye

The mind and soul have meters we cant deny

What the eyes were seeing and the mind was reading

Were so at war, sight and thought went debating

I like what I see and seeing is believing

I dont like what I think, and thinking is everything

But what I see is clear, tangible and conclusive

No, what you see is evidence that is concise but elusive

Until I imbue it with thinking to make it constructive

Looks are deceiving, so be attentive, be pensive

Dissect the evidence before you with the scalpel of a surgeon

Rid it of its flavour like skinless Kentucky fried chicken

The labels and decoration are oft obstructive to reason

See each for who they are. Listen and observe the person

But what more is there to know when the eyes have seen?

What dirt could there be if the eyes declare it is clean?

I know this to be true, though it may cause you unease

I have journeyed the wide world and seven seas

Pretty impressions oft harbour fleas and unseen disease
That was the soul speaking with calm and ease

Distant lands look green and awash with peace

And new friends seem nicer and more eager to please

Man or woman, old friends and new lovers beware

This journey is fraught with many a false care

Value that which you hold as you go ahead

Down the garden path, do not be blindly led

For you can’t judge a book by its cover

You can’t judge a man by his clobber

Ignoramuses and imbeciles too can have swagger

But by their words and deeds you'll know their true colour"

-Kwasi Kyei Darkwah, MA


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