Adjei Agyei-BaahAdjei Agyei-Baah

Born 1977, Kumasi, Ghana
Living in Kumasi, Ghana
Adjei is the co-founder of Africa Haiku Network and the Mamba Journal, Africa’s haiku voice. He became passionate about senryu in 2016, after his discovery of Failed Haiku, a journal edited by Michael Rehling that encouraged him to write and submit each approaching month. His interest is to grow this genre in his homeland and Africa, in addition to haiku/Afriku that he has been championing for some years now.
Blog:  http://www.africahaikunetwork.wordpress.com


 

sweet bus dream
getting down
at the wrong destination

lɔre mu nna dɛ
yɛma wo ntosoɔ ka
baabi ara wobɛsie ho

skipping prayers
a posing dragonfly
returns me to my knees

mpaeɛbɔ awerɛfie
ahudede bi ɔbutu hɔ sane de me
kɔɔ me kotodwe anim

grandma’s dimple
her only treasure
she never passed on

abrewa afono mu tokuro–
n’agyapadeɛ baako a
wamfa annya nkyirimma

swan in flight
Lufthansa
a copycat

sukɔnkɔn atufaa
lufutansa
yɛ suantoɔ

walking past the coffin maker’s shop
my son asks what his boxes
are used for

meretwam wɔ funudaka yɛbea
me ba bisa me
nea yɛde ne nnaka no yɔ

university bookshop
under private management
more stationery, less books

suapɔn nwoma tɔnbea a
ankorɛnankorɛn da ano
nkrataa kakraa bi, atwerɛdeɛ bebere

my new haircut
not till my wife
says yes!

me tiri ahosiesie
enkosi sɛ me yere bɛka sɛ
me ho ayɛ fɛ!

crowded stadium
the little roar that followed
a big goal

agoprama so akansie
ntiamu ketewa bi a
ɛpue firi goo fɛfɛ bi akyiri

chained smoker
the face of death pops up
in his puff

wusinomfoɔ–
owuo nfoninin pue
wɔ ne nwusipu mu

swallowed orange seed
granny scares me
with a big tree sprout

mmofra berɛm aseresɛm
aberewa hunahuna me sɛ
ankaa aduaba a mamene bɛfifiri me yam

friends in all-weather weathering together

adofonom atenapa wiewie kɔ wuom

amakom, ghana
growing up among weed smokers
father’s cane points me straight

amakom, ghana
merenyini wɔ bonsamtawa twefoɔ mu
m’agya ntenesoɔ abaa maa me hwɛ m’anim tee

father to son
his baldness, I prayed heaven
to let that cup pass me by

agya agyapadeɛ
ne tiri ho tipa a mebɔɔ ɔsoro mpaeɛ sɛ
ɔma no nsane me ho

emergency ward
seeing her bed empty, only to
feel her tap from behind

nkwanhyia mprenpren hwɛbea
wobɔɔ m’abati firi m’akyi
berɛ a mehunu sɛ wo mpa so da mpan

polygamous marriage
father’s pension baby
become my first-born

awaredodoɔ
agya ahomegye ba
bɛyɛ me ba panin

puberty rite
suitors’ eyes roll along
the curves of initiates

bragorɔ–
asugyafoɔ ani di afurusanee
wɔ mmayewa nkofie so

the race
without a winner
I and my shadow

mirikatuo a
yɛnni nkunimdifoɔ
me ne me sunsum

riverside…
collecting water
collecting gossip

nsutene ho…
mere sesa nsuo no
na mere sesa kɔnkoɔnsa nso

Mamba Journal, Issue 2

paying the driver’s mate
with my last torn money
my son points it out

mede sika a ateɛ
retua hyɛma toɔ–
me ba yi me ma

AFRIKU, Red Moon Press (US), 2016