CINEMA IN PROSE: WOO IS THE HUNT

CINEMA IN PROSE: WOO IS THE HUNT
By
Kwasi Akyeampong

We too, two we are.
One in all we are so different.
Different we are so alike.
Lo, I am bolstered each morning by the universal good intent of my equipment.
To hunt I go.
I go to hunt.

Ugh!

Ha, ha, ha, go feline, go!
…. Empty, emptiness in my heart….

Make them sharp, feline.
Carry them soft feline.
May your catch today be caught.
Caught…life is not to lose the life you fights to save.
Caught, the life you dare not lose
That life you fight to take
That life you fight to save;
The life it gives - caught.
Caught.

What I learn from the roach

The roach is unstoppable.
The roach is indomitable.

The roach is not mired in the past.
The roach in never complaining and seeking redress.
The roach just goes about its business creating a the next generation of super roaches while I kill myself trying to annihilate it.

If I take care of my business - keep a clean environment - the roach will leave me alone and respect my space. The roach is respectful - it respect me when I respect myself

The roach will inherit my earth.

I have discovered that microwaves does not cook roaches.

There are a few things here Africans can learn from the roach.

What do you learn from the roach?

by KWASI Akyeampong

Sing Me No Sad Songs

Sing me no sad songs
No do me wrong songs
No somebody done somebody wrong songs
Sing me no sad songs

Sing me no sad songs of yester-dreads
Sing me no sad songs of falling heads
Sing me no abuse songs
Sing me no Blues songs

Song me a blood red song
Sing me that happy song
A rata-ta-ta Stormy Monday song
Tuesday t' will be ours
Tuesday will be ours
Sing me that happy song

Sing me a song of The Thrill Is Gone
Gone, gone, from rusty needles
Sing me the song of The Thrill is Gone
Gone, gone, from rusty needles
Sing me a song of the time form lamentation's gone
Sing me a song of the time form lamentation's gone
And The Thrill is Gone from decibels and VU meters
Yes, The Thrill is Gone from decibels and VU meters
From fifths and sniffs
From fifths and sniffs
Gone Gone Away For Good, good
And Afromen get high on blood, should
Rivers of enemy's blood flow red, blood red

O, I hate the Blues
Sing me no Blues
No sad song -
Time for lamentation's through

Sing me a bloody Muddy Water song of blood red blood
From M-16 and B.B's guns
Sing me a bloody Monday Morning Bobby
Blue Bland song on Lady Day
When poets have no words
Sing me that song

Sing-me-no-happy-songs
Sing-me-no-sad-songs
Sing me a happy song of death
A song of new frontiers won
And daring heights stand upon
Yea, sing me a sad song of joy

Sing me the I hate the Blues song
Sing, sing me the I hate the Blues song
Sing me the song of white liberals and racists will not hear
Sing me that song that will contaminate the white Blues loving radio with death

Sing me no freedom song
Sing me a liberation song
Sing me a song that does not sing
Sing me that song

Sing me a sad song to make Zion sing
Sing me a sad song to make Zion sing:
"I miss that good nigger Blues"
Sing me a song to make Zion sing:
"Why won't those niggers sing, sing"
Sing me a song to make Zion sing:
"I wish that I could so sing"
Sing me that song to make Zion sing:
"I miss them Niggers.. them..them Africans
Sing me that song

Sing me a sad song of Joy!
by Kwasi Akyeampong