To My Teachers

I think I was in the second or third grade. My class was learning a new poem (The Snare). Suddenly, the Head Mistress appeared standing by the door. She observed the class as we continued with the recitals. She then called my name and asked me to recite the whole poem. I was more than jolted. The look on her face said “I believe you can do it.” I was encouraged. I did it. That simple instance has inspired confidence in me over and over again throughout my life.

She had presided over many lives in their formative years. Now I know what she was trying to instil in our unpredictable lives so many years ago.

I thank God for teachers.

I am deeply grateful to all my teachers.

Blue sky behind every cloud

For The Green White and Blue

Give me a story
Recapping the days of glory
Enter into my heart
Experience the grief and pain
Near is hope, I never faint

Wait! The time is here
Hear me. I say, do not fear
In courage so bold
True men will hold
Every virtue pure and good

Action
Needs
Doing

Believe and you’ll see
Lead and you’ll be free
Uncover your fear
Enduring love you’ll share.

Copyright © 2010 K.K. Agbermodji All Rights Reserved.

Sierra Leone! I cry

With high hopes, bold aspiration
You set forth
But death and corruption
On you has been wrought

Culture and heritage trampled we like dirt
In self-love and arrogance we grow fat
O how you weep
In this unending grief

Will hope usher a new dawn
Is this the end? Are we done?

Riches you lack not
From them you’ve been hurt
Leadership in you is not scarce
The battle we fear, is fierce

The heart you know, has not changed
But that to you is nothing strange

Your strength and beauty
With chains were led
Until evil
From justice fled.

That which you provide
We’ve accepted not
Your soul we’ve divided…
In vain our fathers fought

We kill and maim
For riches we can not claim
Who shall deliver?
My soul doth shivers

Who within you will stand?
And form a noble band
Corruption and greed, like bees
Their sting shall be nothing but past memories

Today we wait
Tomorrow… too late
Our hopes… abate
This far… by fate

God shall open freedom’s gate

CHILD SOLDIER

Wet jungle, licking shack
There I was born
Guns on the rack
My toys for fun

Rambo is my name
I ride in fame
Never fail, never to be blame
Duties I do with no complain

Is it my fault?
Do I have a choice?

I kill, I maim
This is me... how I was raised
I know no other
Why should any bother?

You judge me... I know
I live under, fate’s blow
Who’s right? Who’s wrong?
And who’s to decide?

Why judge me?
You did not save me
Are you human?
So am I

Gunpowder and rice
My baby food
Give me your childhood
I yearn for brotherhood

Let the table be turn
You with the gun
Running for dare life
In a pointless strife

Now, I above
You to judge
What be your plea?
Answer me! I say.


Copyright © 2009 K.K. Agbermodji All Rights Reserved.

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