My Area Girl

My area girl, my area girl 
My girl in mind 

If I were to write a birthday poem 
A birthday poem with a queen in mind 

It would be of a sort, something like this 
It would sound just like this, with a queen in mind ...

Butterflies are pure, she is my area girl, my area girl  
Nothing too fancy but fancy self 

Her looks so gorgeous and full of grace 
Easily could have been a beauty queen 

But stayed away from the lime light 
Elegantly shy, shy, coy and reserved 

Honeysuckle, she is just so sophisticated, effortlessly so 
Class is nothing but t' definition of her essence 

She is my area girl, my beauty queen 
Just the same, with a natural beauty 

Fragrant royal roses, she was born a beauty queen 
Nothing like barbie, all plastic filled 

Artificial in character, is not in her nature 
Not of her make, not so defined 

To rub off easily, pencil marks 
Crumbling as usual when the going gets tough 

Bailing out, no nah, not my Agyeiwaa  
My lady bird, my back bone hold 

Bird of paradise, she is my area girl, my beauty queen 
Travelling far or near my area girl 

Still, where ever we will go 
She will always be my area girl 

Like a good network, reception essential 
My area girl, my area girl

Relevance, she is just so well connected 
With nothing in tow but love to show

My area girl, as my area girl  
My area girl, my area girl, my beauty queen 

Written for Rita Denteh Agyeiwaa on her birthday
Always stay as blessed and more 
I am fortunate to know you..

The Birthday Wish List

The birthday wish list 
Candle by numbers, do not mention 

Just one as a figure would do 
No point counting all that 

What do you give to a person 
That wants none, none to ask for 

None at all in material need 
As value not needed,on bequest 

What do you do to show an appreciation 
To celebrate the life of a human angel 

Most would weld a string 
As whip to proclaim their strong hold  

But in life there are classy walking angels too 
Mothering the masses in want of harmony 

That teach with radiant character on deeds 
As an inspiration for others to follow 

What do you give to a person 
That wants none, none to ask for 

But a beautiful smile, none to ask for 
None to ask for, but the harmony of her flock 

We searched hard to find the gift 
Most with value to sum your essence 

We ended up with words to say 
For all that you are, you are appreciated 

And we hold your legacy as built 
Being built, as seeds of characters to have 

What do you give, as gift with more in value
Than material gifts, cheap on currency 

A life time of appreciation as an inspiration 
You are appreciated, for all that you are.. 

No counting of candles on cakes 
We are only here to make wishes 

Don't you know it is rude to
Ask a fine lady her age.....

I am not an age count 
I am retro! from the time of the analog 

Written on request by: Yayra Deynoo
As a birthday present for: Mary Abla Apaloo Kessie

Over Crowded Cakes

Fact is I was laid, an egg today, some time past   
That came before the chicken and egg race
Parables solved, I am that good, with parables  


Don't worry for reasons,  that is another story  
To tell, another time, on once upon a time  
Today I am blowing candles 


Laid or was it hatched, as an egg today 
I did be fast, trust me, furiously fast 
To have made it to the egg to fertilize


So I guess there was the "birds and bees"
The run before the egg, or was it the swim
Going into a shock release; seriously confusing this is


Any ways as I was saying 
So win win, winner takes all 
No splits into twins or a kind, of a kind 


I sat in nest as the king of water's world 
For the nine turns in calender 
Before making an entry, with screams 


Oh hail the one, yes for I am the one 
On this day born, with this life to live 
And life stories to add; of course with drama


Lets not go into details 
Throw proverbs in for the measure
To hold eye lashes from blushing 


So anyway cakes and candles  
I will blow just the one, if you don't mind
For is with one life I live 


Don't go overcrowding my cake 
Asking me of age count "silly you"
I am  analog, retro, this is before digital

Chinese Ageing

The Chinese say, no lie
We are a year plus one on our birthdays 
Nine months before birth, alive and kicking  


The young would love that, adapt that  
Desperate to be legal in shops, and outings 
Desperate to be legal, to show on proof of IDs   


Yearning to have their independence 
While still living under the roof of parental nest  
Yep, the young would love that 


A year plus one, the Chinese say 
Nine months before birth, the Chinese say 
Yet still influenced by the external environment  


Adulthood would hate that 
To an extent, to the point at that age 
Where age is no longer mentioned 


Don't you know it is rude to ask  
This is way past teen years  glide 
You should know better, than to ask 


Such questions of age, such rudeness of insult  
Appearances should tell, wise eyes should see  
Though subtle, still visible, appearances should tell 


Birthday cakes with no numbered age shown 
Random numbers of candles,  it holds 
If you are that inclined  to blow a wish on sentiments  


A year plus one the Chinese say 
Nine months, before birth
A case is made here, the Chinese say 


Yea adulthood would hate that  
And the young would love that 
I guess that is why, we choose to disregard 
A year plus one, to the Chinese reason