Kwabena Churchill's Holofa Poetry Series: February Edition

Read some of the inspiring poems below and reflect on how they resonate with your own experiences and emotions.

Holofa: Always, Always Your Touch!

Always, Your Touch!
(Feb 01, 2023)

I will genuflect mildly,
Brag in your noble fragrance,
And keep you near me.

Your incense recognizes me,
Your winks buttress my knees.

You are my altruistic pal,
You've etched me in your eyes,
Kept me with you,
Your gazes quench my pulsing thirst.

Tripled my hefty wishes,
You ornamented my dish.

What good wouldn't you do, Lord?
What pretty joy wouldn't you give, El Haggagols?

Flawless hugs and prissy Hangouts,
El Channun, You're the seconds I breathe,
You're my lifetime, my every time—

El Elyon, I thrill my fingers up high,
Filling your glistening smiles,
Your cuddling renews my vertebral.

I will keep you in me,
I will rest on your cutesy lap,
Till ages make me grey.

I'll live in your imperishable flesh,
Dear Lord, our affinity will not dry up.

Holofa: Mi Amor

Mi Amor
(Feb 02)

You've always got my back,
The Inyanga who nurses my bruises,
The Awesome You who makes me okay,
The lover whose love is a sapphire.

You always applaud me,
The sword that chops off bucks,
The fighter who fights on my behalf,
The lover whose love is an everyday covet.

You're my finest and empathetic hearer,
The hearty jar I won't break.
The skyscraper I'll embellish,
The lover I won't stop adoring.

You are my golden hope,
The movie I'll permanently grab tickets to watch.
A lot about me we'll converse inspiringly,
The lover I won't halt to impress and excite.

You are my ivory dream,
The friend I'll never halt befriending,
The lover of my own.
And that ceaseless lover is You—
Inarguably You, the fair-haired Me.

Holofa: Moma and Popa

Moma and Popa

(Feb 03)

2 am ticks in her apron,
4 am marvels in his boots.
The alarm jingles,
Offsprings redo their duvets,
Moma and Popa will give us cheerful pep talks.

Flat files worked on, appetizing eggs fried,
Children's snacks prepared—
Another daylight, they assemble the hays.

They don't hinder after daybreak,
As their strengths will lick hurdles
If they gag with time.

Moma bathes the house,
Popa prospers the gardens.
These two darlings amuse their devotion,
They are the best who avoid the worst!

I want to age like Moma,
In Mary's veil, I'll uphold my juveniles.
I want to age like Popa,
In Joseph's dagger, I'll shield my juveniles.

I want to be a homemaker
With likeness and selflessness,
Feeding mouths, dressing shapes,
And idolizing my full-mate in praise.

I want to complete my home like
My Moma and Popa.

Holofa: Pretty Companion

Pretty Companion
(Feb 04)

It nightly smells like decades,
When we sat on drums to count the moons,
Modeling from Freetown to Nairobi,
Our life chats could wake up catnapping sloths.

Even when twilight bells were softening,
We watched the flight of herons across the sky.
From our feet to our knees,
We ran like Olympic knights.
Clapped and folded our palms—
We doubly lauded JACK-JACK!
A word that aromatized our heels.

Comrade, our sunny highway is bleak,
Almost covered in pigweed.

Pal, Pal, Pal!
I can't look ahead at our horizons
While you are far beside me.
I have missed our castle hangouts!
I've recalled how we surfed the world,
Spinning sideways, round the bluish carousel.

You journeyed when we were adorning sands,
And here I am, dining alone with
Butterflies who have misplaced their wings.

Fly back home or perhaps jot me down an epistle.
Whether you are in Antarctica or Seychelles,
I will get there before the cock crows.

Holofa: Bobby's Library

Bobby's Library
(Feb 05)

Whenever I dial Mum's mobile,
She picks in a flash
And speaks warmth already—
Whenever I dial Dad's mobile,
He picks in his heroic current
And challenges the lion in me—
Both respond in a
Serene and containing figure—
Even when the clouds are dim.

They understand the yarns of my voice,
My worries, my joy, my humour,
My obstinacy, my requests.
They always poise my feet,
They scold me and direct me to change my
Flaws
When I play like a dumbass.

On every edge of my seat,
Every point of my plea,
Every dip of my stormy sights,
I don't get their deaf ears.
Their ears hear the stillness in me.

I cherish their caressing,
I cherish their training,
They coach my footsteps.

They will welcome my estates
When I become like Mount Everest.
At that wink, we will toast.
I will give them wow responses
Of all their necessities:
I am on this foreign island to
Grab the cash and expand their
Old chairs into elation.

I'm their heart,
And they are my heart—
I won't crack our fortress.
Their words fill my library,
Their sacrifices fill my library,
And I love every shelf on it,
Every hold from them is therapy.

Holofa: Will You Also Be There?

Will You Also Be There?
(Feb 06)

It's indeed worth it
When I stand the vigil
As you breathe for felicity
And feast on vitamin C meals.
I will pray for you
And give you sound drugs to heal you,
I will always be here with you.

It's indeed worth it
When I lose my sleep for you,
As you battle with nightmares
And desire for ardency.
I will cover you in melodious hymns
And keep you in the safest vault,
I will always be here with you.

It's indeed worth it
When I safeguard your identity,
As you move inside and
I keep waiting in the mass.
I will shut down deteriorating lips
That may blacken your worth,
I will always be here with you.

It's indeed worth it
When I accept my shortcomings,
And I apologize to you.
As the heart grows forlorn and distant
When wrongs are not regretted and pardoned,
I will not be bossy and unapologetic,
I will always be here with you.

It's indeed worth it
When you honor me like the
Charming royal I treat you,
And do not repay me in Idi Amin's claws.
Because I won't do you harm,
I can't harm you.
I will be hearty if you will be my arm
Just as I am with you.

I will always be here with you,
And will you also be here with me
If I am empty?

Holofa: Check Your Inbox

Check Your Inbox
(Feb 06)

Xoxo, beep! Xoxo, beep!
There's cheer overflow in your inbox,
Pop-ups of jim-dandy responses
That will revive your snoozy eyes.

I have doubled your cake and budget,
My baby-boo, I won't make you vacant.
My teddy cupcake, my adoring candy rhythms.
Won't you check at all?
Won't you open the rose ribbon?

You've waited for this revelry,
The texture of notes,
Dyed graphics that beam in
"done-with-transaction-flutter."
I have sent you the ATM-cum-pin-code,
And instantly, I added a sum—
Multiply the $7000 by 10 and use them all.

Roll the party and give yourself 'hurray!'
After snoozy days, there is glee.

Tonight is a pleasurable booth,
Tonight is us in the rosy glass.
Flutter my inbox thrice your needs,
Flutter my inbox twice our seeds.

Love to last we must live with trust,
And remember to ring my ears
After you are done making
Your chamber the heaven you wished.

Holofa: Letter To My Crush

Letter To My Crush
(Feb 07)

In front of a fruity summer flow,
I sat on the brick-furnished bench
With my feathery ink brush clasped
Between my left thumb and index finger—
So lovely jellyfishes dive in the dulcet chorus.

I write to you, not by default,
But by candid confessions sealed in my amygdala.
Aawww!! It has been months n' days
I've stared at your painted picture on my wall.
That magnetic amber iris sparkled satisfaction on my chest.
I am electrified by your sassy dimples,
Looking at you from the equator,
I can't but fix up to meet you.
I gasp whenever I bump into your shadow,
Your aligned shape of beauty persuades muscles.

Your appearance tickles my veins,
You've rebranded my senses with your aura,
You've electrified my intestines: I feel powered.
You've burnt my boyish boldness and replaced it with
Maned-up exuberance.

I know you know I belong in your world,
I know you love me unquestionably,
I know you want me to take the steps
And become your rainbow.

So I'm here!
At least draw near to me—
I won't hide behind my fervent emotions anymore.
From our Little Humpty Dumpty swinging,
You've been my pivot.
Your comfy laughter, the sound of David's harp,
I smell you with each click of the second's arm.

This euphoria remains today,
These cravings intensify with each stroke of your presence and your thoughts.
Hear me out, I may be rattling, but
Kindly shake my ABC.
My belly boils in celestial seasonings,
Top-down to my neck hoards words I want you to know.

Our life is feathered jointly—
You and me, no backstage to banter,
Love is you and I perfumed up.

So, My Radiant Morning Warmth,
Scratch the surface of doubts and
Let us nurture our union just like
King Xerxes and Queen Esther.

Holofa: We Can't Be Besties

We Can't Be Besties
(Feb 08)

If you utterly profess,
"A boiling water is without fire?"
Then defend your words, and I will sieve realities
From your wordy flattery.

I have had fractions of your indecisive heart,
I have tasted your seductive comebacks.
Sometimes you prioritize, sometimes you feel like—
This isn't a relationship I will celebrate.

We have been exquisite pals,
Years of closeness risen to fondness.
In this wind, I detest the half-adoring,
And if I will be seen as the dearest pal,
Then there should be limits in digits.

I don't want a tag—That bestie.
I don't want to be the victim of occasional likeness,
I don't want to be your stooge,
I want to be your muse.

Love me or like me,
One of these duos should firm our link.
We will be hanging out lovingly,
Then your WORLD will intrude,
Leaving me to hold the flower jar alone—
Nope, I won't be the surrogate of your WORLD.

I understand love can't be bought,
Neither will it be hired for a show.
I understand love is selfless and honourable,
So if we are friends, let's do pure.

You shouldn't use us or use me.
Let's be friends if loving you is unqualified.

Divulge to me the sound I am in your heart—
Am I the F, or am I the L?
Let me know my foot,
'Cause my heart won't be partitioned.
And for me to be your BESTIE,
I will simply be your FRIEND.

Read more about Kwabena Churchill here: Kwabena Churchill's Poetry Collection 'HOLOFA' Unveils The Power Of Love, Family, And Friendship