SARPONG KUMANKOMA'S WRITINGS

CHINYERE - THE GIFT OF GOD I heard her clearly through the thunderclaps Amidst the roaring of the Christmas winds The tumult outside woul...

THE PASSERBY We built him a home We are a hospitable nation-- The passerby deserves A comfortable rest He comes and goes With our b...

RUBY I shall descend the deepest valleys searching . . . I shall ascend the highest mountains searching . . . I shall walk the dr...

AGYEIWAA There i  s a rhythm Drumming in my heart Can you rap to it? There is a poem In your beauty-lit eyes Should I read it to you...

Dear Dream Girl, I sail on turbulent waters without a life jacket and my boat is already full with dreams and pages--I have a ghost to ...