Archive for August 2011
a somewhat dry cultural exploration of Ghana,
a fine West African country that I’ve never been to
but I like nonetheless.
there are only 7 male names to choose from.
Kosi, Kojo, Kobby, Koku, Yaba, Kofi
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
Figure it out.
As it so happens,
Ghanians also celebrate their dead
with all-night throw downs.
No matter if they died in Accra or the Bronx,
it’s all deejays, dance moves and donations
no tears, turmoil or tragedy.
And in conclusion,
My twi name is Kojo.
(Actually it’s Kojo Abaka but now I’m just complicating things.)
and if I die,
just shake your ass for a few minutes
and move on with your lifes.
Chicken on a stick