When we were we. Separate. Never imagining that our paths would cross. Living our life of maybe content and peace. Thinking about the marvel and beauty of how our future would be like.  Breeze upon breeze, starlight to daylights and when we could count the time like it was the abacus of our time.

When we were we. When we never though that we could look into each other’s eyes and get used to our arms in our arms.

Love they said was a feeling others said it was a decision. I don’t know what to call it when I met you

I met you in a time when I had not believed it would be you. I knew there would be prince charming but not in the way I met you

I believe in the heart that beats against mine and when I looked into your eyes I knew you would step up for me. So to me, love was my spontaneous heart beating to the rhythm of a song I never thought I would like, but here we are from when we were we to who we are now.

To who we are now. Smile and be happy. My joy, my happiness and my freedom. You being by my side proved to me that you are visible to me but my invisible wind to the world. You are the smile in my smile and the beauty in my heart. As ugly as I thought I was, you always were the reflection of how beautiful I am because you bring out the best in me.

So to my Valentine, my chocolate and wine. To the very reason I am still growing beautifully, I want to say roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet but you are fire.

I bless the day I found you and I want to stay around you, so to the best of bests and to the greatest love of all, may we grow Old together. May we be the best of us we could ever be. May dreams be our reality and May our love last just the way God intended it to be.

To who we were and who we are now, I love you. My VALENTINE!!



All the love that history knows is said to be in the rose, yet all that could be found in two is less than what I feel for you. I thought love was a mirage of the mind but the day I met you I began to see. I began to see that I would love to live with mirages than be conscious of not having you.

I heard love is blind so I write all my love Poems in braille. Blinded by the eyes that looked straight at me and could stop my heart from beating. Those clothes you used to wear all over campus made me feel like I wanted to be a designer just so I could get a chance to hold your clothes and feel your chest.

you were more than beautiful. Lips like champagne, your breath smelled like sweet red wine that tasted like cherries. Your palms were so soft and real, I just knew a week holding those hands could melt mine also.

I was falling in love or maybe I thought so but whatever it was, you were working magic on me like Harry Potter. You said the sweetest things like you were every bite of chocolate in my mouth.

True love is endless. Its pure and imperfect just the way God intended. My first poem would be about you. I’ll write about you, I’ll write about your eyelashes and how they’re like violin strings that play symphonies every time you blink.

I pray that God somehow turns me back into your ribs so that I don’t have to spend a day without you.

So I knew that whether roses or lilies I would love you.

I just wish I had the words to say more.

Letter to my Love.

Help!! Help! Help!!!!! Some one please help me, I’m dying. I can’t breath. please help me. lying breathless on the floor. All blur around me, I could only feel death. Death was here and he was coming for me and I was so scared.

BREATH!! STOP!! slow and calm. Inhale and exhale.

Huhhh! haa! ha! Okay, slow and calm.

what now? Who are you? why look at me? Can’t you see my filth and smell the stench of my breath?

Why smile at me, why make me feel like you want me when its clear that i don’t deserve you. But I do, I want you too. Is it right? Is it possible?

Clutched to you. holding on tight. Smelling you, your perfume smells so strong like incense and the flavor like the very precious daffodils in my garden. Bright eyes. shining like the stars so bright and clear like the clouds. Heart beat that could only beat to the spelling of my name. I still remember that day, slow and calm you said. You saved me!

Its a red day and all I smell is blood. thick red blood. I feel you. I know you’re here but where? I’ve longed to see you and to feel you, to touch your breath, smell your skin and hold on to the very part i want. All of you!

Precious to me than gold, precious to me than the stretch of this world, no joke. Greater than all Kings and monarchs. Beautiful than the sunrise.


Red day for red roses and all I can see is you now. Face to face, eyeball to eyeball and that heartbeat, the very same one that beats my name, the heartbeat that rings in my sleep and makes me feel like I’m no ways tired in my tired sleep.

The crash of crushes

you teach me to love each

Even when I admire the beauty of skylights you call me Starrlight!

You make me numb and dumb. Never knowing where my speech starts and where it ends. love as deep felt as yours. deeper than the oceans of the pacific. Strong and more powerful than the strands of Samson’s hair.


My red love. People say it is valentine, the day of love, the cherished day of sweetness. So to the greatest of all moments. I go back to where we first met. where your light overtook my darkness and where you gave me beauty for ashes.

They call me special because you made me fetial

I am great because you made me separate and unusual

MY love. My red love. Today back to the cross, the Calvary, stained with your blood thicker than any blood much less any smoothie and sweeter than any chocolate.

The Calvary where our love story began. Where we loved and embraced each other, where you taught me to walk with you side by side on this journey. Where you delivered me from death and accepted my filthy self. Where we sat and talked about our future, how beautiful it was going to be and how much you loved me.

You proposed to me and made me your special one when no one wanted to. You made me your yakol and proved to me how important I was to you because even in the bible I was relevant more than 195 times and there, There you breathed new life into me and gave me a new meaning to my life.

My love, my red love. Forever and always will I love you. We’ve fought, we’ve loved, we’ve laughed, we’ve cried and Oh! we even had our silent treatment moments but today here it is. My precious appreciation letter and proposal.

Will you be my Valentine?

Willl you be the meaning to my red day?

Will you be the reason I eat chocolates and smell beautiful flowers.

Will you be the one to look me in the eye and tell me every single day of my life, “you are my love and my valentine”.

Will you continue to be the reason I live?

I stand under the scorching sun talking to millions of people about how I met you and how I want them to meet you. I tell them how beautiful and sweet you are.

Will you still be the reason I wake up each morning and crave you for breakfast? To wake up at 3am waiting to talk to you, all just to get to know you, never to get tired of it.

Will you still be my life, my love, my beginning and my end?

i Know you will.

So to the precious heart of mine, to the reason I breath, the reason I still stand even when I fall, to the one who loves me unconditionally even when I condition myself to hatred.

To the one who has always been by my side even when I run away, to the reason for which I’ll stand the test of time, all i have to say is just one in a million.

Thank you for loving me and for choosing me.

Thank you for the cross and for being my valentine.

My LOVE. My sweet Red Love.

to many more years of Love!!

Forever yours,


A Fool For Love

Wise men say only fools rush in but I cant help falling in love with you.

I’ve been a fool in love. Walking through the streets still thinking of you, the moments we would share together and where we would have been today.

I found myself dreaming of how long we would live together. Our future kids and how I was willing to be there for you any day, any time. I woke up and it was all a dream, just a dream. I am not promised tomorrow so like Meghan trainor I’m gonna love you like I’m going to lose you.

A fool for love

Once afraid of letting go and Putting my heart out there. How could I love when I am afraid? Closed my eyes and I knew of a future, one without you or anyone else but me just by myself. Watching you stand alone , I couldn’t but help wander what it would feel like drawing closer to know you and to be close to you. how can I close my eyes now and see you?

One step closer. A step closer and I never wanted to let you go. You smiled over your shoulder after we’d talked for long hours and pulled me close to your chest then told me to get some rest? I knew I loved you then, But you never knew because I played it cool and I was scared of letting go because all I wanted to do was to stay and never let go

A fool for Love

Willing to do anything to make you smile. Willing to cross boundaries to make you happy but you cast me aside. You pushed me aside and looked at me differently, all I was to you was nothing but a friend. OH! how it broke my heart. It broke my heart to know that I was nothing more than just a friend But yes, Oh! yes, I definitely wanted to be a fool because I couldn’t help falling in love with you each time I Saw you.

I have died everyday waiting for you. Waiting for the day where you would cup my face  in your palms and look me in the eyes and tell me how much you wanted to be with me, and with tears trickling down your face, you would give me a light peck and a hug so tight all I can do is to cry also.

I’m gonna love you like I’m gonna lose you and my love don’t be afraid, do not be for I have loved you for a thousand years and I’ll love you for a thousand more. I will wait patiently, patiently for the day you step up and come close to me. One step closer.

I believed that I would find you and time has brought your  heart to me and I’ll love you for a thousand years more. You only know you’re in love when you let someone go, so I’m letting you go but I’ll still love you and I’ll wait because that’s what fools in love do and for you I’ll be a fool for love and I hope that soon when I look over my shoulder all I’ll see is you.


Until forever and always.

God’s love is one sided for most us but he wakes up every morning wishing this could be just we and him.
A fool for love inspired by John 3: 16

When School Tasted like Lollipop. #Part1

Legon! Legon! Legon! This trotro mate keeps screaming Legon like someone is strungling him. Lol! Its obvious you’re going to Legon. People are already in the car and this board has Legon written all over it on the car. Why does he have to scream again. Its Second year and I’m going to campus to finish my registration manually.

i thought this was going to be a great day. I mean I was listening to Tell the world by Lecrae and the sun was so hot I Just knew the combination was wrong. I’m in this trotro which makes a stop every 10 mins and it makes noise like someone is grinding maize in the machine.

I honestly cant wait to get to campus.

45 mins later, I’m walking into Mensah Sarbah hall and picking out some forms from my bag, then I bump into someone. OOps!!! I’m so sorr…. The last words just couldn’t come out of my mouth because I am Surprised who I just bumped into.  Guess who it is? Here on campus. Never thought I was going to see this guy here of all places.

Marsha?? Wow! I never thought I’ll see you here.

Likewise I said. I never thought i was going to see you too.

What have you been up to and what are you doing here? I asked.

He gave me a coy smile and said to me, I’m in my final year studying Accounting. Forgotten? I told you about it

oh yeah!! True, I remember now. I just didn’t know you were in this school.

I know you’re lost but let me explain. So this is Quami. He’s a friend from my Home church and we were good friends but this guy was wayy into me. I mean he liked me too much and always wanted to do stuff for me and he’ll always be the truth around me even when I am a lie.  He was a nice person but I didn’t like him the way he liked me and I just wanted to escape from him before he got the chance to even ask me out. I thought coming to school was going to give me the big break I needed but here we go again with Quami.

Hey Marsha, are you in this hall? I want you to meet some friends of mine and probably take a walk after. There’s something I need to talk to you about, do you mind?

Well, I was going to finish my registration so maybe later.

Okay then, he said. I’ll pick you up at 3pm then. See you later

But..I..wait!! humph!!! He didn’t even give me a chance to say no. He knew I would say no but that’s how he always gets me to say yes so I am not too surprised. I hope this talk is not what I’m trying to run away from.

4 hours later I’m in my room waiting for Quami to call so that we can go see his friends.

Suddenly, I hear a loud knock on my door thinking it was Quami.

Coming please!!! How did you even know this was my room, I thought you were going to caaa….. I open the door and Boom! There he was, the last person I expected to see at my door step. I think a bomb just exploded, I felt like a ghost and that i was just a lifeless statue standing at my door and looking at the person right before me.


Pièces of my Heart

I’m wandering.

Wandering in a land of the unknown. Searching for my heart.

The heart that was once filled with love. Now I am only empty and bleeding.

Lost in the woods. Wandering around. Wondering where I kept my heart. It was a whole of me.

A whole of me divided into so many pieces and put in the hands of many.

I longed for my heart. For restoration. For peace. For the love I once had which only belonged to God.

Now my heart is gone. Gone in pieces. Pieces of my heart, lost in the woods in the hands of the unknown.

Parents and Children

Have you ever dreamt of being a fairy tale princess or a millionaire’s son living in a far away land with people waiting on you? Or of prince charming who’ll come and whisk you away from the miserable life you live.

Don’t get it twisted. I loved my country Ghana. It was the only place I had ever known. Somehow, It wasn’t enough, I wanted to Know how being Cinderella felt like. I wanted to know how it felt to go for prom or to tell your parents about this guy you like and how you wish you could date him. Oh! But no, not in my house and don’t get me started on the parents issue. You Know what? Let’s start from the beginning.

It’s 5am in the morning and I’m still in bed smiling and still thinking about the handsome guy I met two weeks ago. I wanted to keep dreaming but not this time. Something happened.

Pa! Pa! Pa! Wake up! Wake up! Its 5am and you’re still sleeping. Come and sweep and wash.

Gosh!!! I can’t believe this. My mother!. Again. It’s 5am, can’t a girl catch some sleep? She hit me so hard, my thighs were still hurting but I wanted to sleep badly I closed my eyes.

10 minutes later… I feel something cold on my face. Jumping out of bed, I screamed, cold! Cold! Cold! She just poured water on my face. Now, I knew reality had hit me and I was in Ghana. In my little bedroom where parents don’t knock before entering.

I was so bored with my mum. I wanted to say something crazy to her, but I knew that was going to give me the special breakfast order of five hot slaps. With a big frown I just passed by her and went out to sweep.

Marsha! Marsha! Are you still sweeping?. We have a lot to do. Come and take the meat out of the freezer! ”Ewurade asem b3n koraa ni a?!”, which means; Oh God! What kind of problem is this?! I had only just started sweeping and task number 2 was already given. African mothers for you. I left to the kitchen to take the meat out of the freezer and she calls again. Why have you left the rubbish here? Who is going to collect it? Now I wanted to be super human so I can do 10 things at a time. Unbelievable!

3 hours later, breakfast is ready and we’re all set with our bowls except me. I was tired and all I wanted to do was sleep not eat, so I said, Mum please I’m not hungry. I’ll eat later. Oops! You shouldn’t have said anything. It was like someone just hit play on the music box and everyone turned to look at me. My siblings and Dad with fear in their eyes of what was going to happen to me. Bold as I was, I still spoke. What? I said, can’t I say I’m not hungry anymore?

I turned back to see my mother’s face filled with rage, and she screamed.

What do you mean by you won’t eat. If you knew that why did you let me cook this plenty food. You better eat because no one wastes food in my house.

I looked back at the others and the look in their eyes screaming back at me, We told you so!!!! I picked up my bowl and sat quietly eating, saying to myself, I won’t treat my kids like this. When I grow up my children would be free to do whatever they want.

I was only still a child though and yet to learn what parenting was all about.

Parents will always be Parents and children will always be children.