Odomankoma’s Living Heritage: A Ghanaian Heart

From Volta's flow to the ocean's roar,

A vibrant pulse beats evermore.

Red, yellow, green, and black star bright,

Ghana's spirit, a guiding light.

We are the Ashanti, bold and strong,

Our stories woven in Adinkra's song.

From kente cloth, a vibrant hue,

To rhythms played, both old and new.

The cocoa farms, a sweet perfume,

The bustling markets, life in bloom.

From Accra's streets to Cape Coast's shore,

Our heritage we cherish and adore.

We are the children of the Nkrumah's dream,

Of independence, a powerful gleam.

With hope and pride, we stand so tall,

A nation rising, answering freedom's call.

Our music rings, high and clear,

From Highlife beats to Azonto's cheer.

We dance and sing, our spirits free,

A vibrant tapestry, for all to see.

We are the smiles, the warm embrace,

The friendly faces, full of grace.

From generation to generation's hand,

We build our future, across the land.

The world must hear our joyful sound,

Ghana's heartbeat, forever profound.

Odomankoma's mosaic, rich and grand,

A Ghanaian soul, in this blessed land.

Echoes of the Motherland

In the heart of the earth where the sun rises bright,

Where the drums echo strong through the still of the night,

There’s a land that hums with a vibrant sound,

From the bustling streets to the hills that surround.

Oh, Ghana, my Ghana, you stand tall and proud,

In the whispering breeze, in the booming cloud,

Your rivers weave stories in the soft, gentle streams,

And your skies hold the secrets of all our dreams.

From the gold of your soil, to the strength of your trees,

From the heat of your sun to the cool, salty seas,

Your people are bound by a history so wide,

A tale of struggle, of triumph, and pride.

Through the fields of cocoa, your farmers stand strong,

Their sweat paints a rhythm, a centuries-long song.

The rhythm of Africa, the rhythm of time,

In every heartbeat, in every climb.

Your cities alive, from Accra to Takoradi,

With laughter and life in each alley and street,

The hustle of traders, the dance of the feet,

In every face, a story so deep.

And oh, the sound of the kpalongo beat,

It stirs the soul, makes hearts skip a beat.

With the fufu and the jollof, our bellies rejoice,

The taste of our culture, the pride in our voice.

The legacy of the past, in the shadows we walk,

From the castles of Elmina, where history talks.

The memory of struggle, the cry for the free,

The strength of our ancestors, it lives in me.

From the Ashanti gold to the wisdom of old,

To the Fante proverbs, so gracious and bold,

Your spirit is strong, unyielding and true,

In every whisper, in every view.

Oh, Ghana, my mother, your roots are my song,

In your embrace, I know I belong.

For the light that you shine, and the love you bestow,

In your warmth, I’ll forever grow.

From the north’s savannah to the south’s sandy shore,

From the Volta’s river to the mountains galore,

Ghana, my Ghana, forever you’ll be,

A jewel of Africa, eternally free.

Let the drums roll, and the children sing,

For in our hearts, your praises will ring.

With each step we take, with each road we pave,

Ghana, my Ghana, forever you’ll save.

Unanswered, Yet Undone

On this rainy Valentine's Day

I hold a heart that speaks your name in silence

not loudly, not demanding,

just steady as a candle

that refuses to go out.

You do not love me.

Not yet.

Perhaps not ever.

And still

my heart rises for you

like the sun rises for the earth,

never asking

if it will be thanked.

I love you

in the gentlest way I know how

without chains,

without expectations,

without turning your freedom

into a prayer for my own.

You have not even considered

the shape of us,

have not let the thought

rest softly in your mind.

But love, for me,

is not a transaction.

It is a garden I tend

even if you never walk through it.

It is a letter I write

knowing it may never be read

yet writing it still

because the words are true.

And if one day

your heart turns

even slightly toward mine,

you will find me here

not waiting in sorrow,

but standing in warmth.

Because loving you

has already made me braver

than being loved ever could.

Happy Valentine’s Day

from a heart that asks for nothing,

but feels everything.

An Application to Be the Landlord of Your Heart

Position Desired:

Permanent Custodian of Your Affection

(With prospects for Eternal Tenure)

Dear Esteemed Owner of the Most Beautiful Heart,

I hereby submit my formal application

With trembling sincerity and confident devotion

For the honorable role of

Landlord of your heart.

I have studied the property from afar

Its architecture of kindness,

Its windows of intelligence,

Its foundation of purity and grace

And I am convinced

No investment could ever be more worthy.

Professional Profile

I bring years of training in patience,

Advanced certification in loyalty,

And practical experience in enduring storms

Without abandoning those I love.

My qualifications include:

The ability to listen without interruption

Emotional availability during crisis hours

Consistent provision of laughter and reassurance

Conflict resolution through humility and tenderness

Long-term planning for shared happiness

I possess strong leadership skills,

Yet I am equally skilled in partnership

Able to lead when strength is needed

And kneel when gentleness is required.

Work Ethic

Should I be granted occupancy,

I will maintain your heart with utmost diligence:

I will repair cracks caused by disappointment,

Repaint rooms faded by sorrow,

Strengthen doors weakened by fear,

And ensure no intruder named loneliness

Finds residence within.

Routine maintenance will include:

Daily affirmations,

Scheduled laughter sessions,

Unexpected acts of kindness,

And continuous emotional security upgrades.

Compensation Expectations

My salary requirements are modest:

Your trust,

Your presence,

And the privilege of loving you openly.

In return, I offer unlimited devotion,

Lifetime commitment benefits,

And a guarantee clause stating:

Your happiness will remain

My highest priority asset.

Risk Management

Should difficult seasons arise

Economic downturns of sorrow,

Emotional earthquakes,

Unexpected storms of life

I pledge to stand as structural reinforcement,

Never evacuation.

I will not terminate the contract

During hardship.

I will not default on affection.

I will not abandon the property

When maintenance becomes costly.

Long-Term Vision

My proposal includes expansion plans:

A home filled with laughter,

Children raised in warmth and wisdom,

Memories constructed brick by brick

Across decades of companionship.

And beyond mortal timelines,

I seek a renewable lease

Extending into eternity

Where love appreciates in value

And never depreciates with age.

References

My intentions are vouched for by:

A faithful heart,

A hopeful soul,

And prayers whispered quietly for your joy.

Closing Statement

If approved, I will dedicate

Every resource of my being

To making your heart

The safest, happiest dwelling

It has ever known.

Thank you for considering my application.

I await your response

With respectful anticipation

And immeasurable love.

Signed:

A Man Ready to Call You Home Forever.

I Gave Myself Chocolate

I gave myself chocolate today

not out of indulgence,

but out of necessity.

Because my heart has been wandering

through corridors of unanswered affection,

knocking on doors

that never opened long enough

for me to enter.

I sat across from myself

and asked the question

I have avoided for years:

What if no one ever comes?

The silence did not lie.

I have yearned

God, how I have yearned

for that singular miracle

of being chosen

without persuasion,

without performance,

without proving I deserve to exist.

But yearning has returned to me

like an echo in an empty cathedral

magnificent,

and unbearably hollow.

I sought love sincerely,

with unclenched hands

and unguarded hope.

Yet I met rejection

in its many disguises:

polite dismissal,

careless neglect,

and sometimes

words so cruel

they still live under my skin

like splinters time refuses to remove.

There are insults

that rearrange your reflection.

There are disappointments

that teach your heart

to whisper instead of sing.

So fear grew.

Not dramatic fear

but the quiet, intelligent kind

that says:

Stop looking.

Protect what remains.

You cannot bleed forever.

And I listened.

Part of me no longer wants to search.

Hope has become exhausting.

Expectation feels dangerous.

Because every attempt

has cost something

dignity, confidence,

a small fragment of innocence.

And yet…

I am still here.

Still breathing

through the ache of absence.

Still carrying a heart

that refuses extinction.

So today,

I bought chocolate.

A simple act.

A sacred act.

I unwrapped it slowly,

as though I were opening

a gift from someone

who finally understood me.

And then I realized

I was.

I celebrated myself today.

For surviving loneliness

that could have hardened me.

For enduring loveless seasons

without becoming bitter.

For continuing to wake up

when sadness asked me not to.

For loving myself

when no one else volunteered.

Yes, I still long to be loved.

That truth trembles inside me

like a fragile flame.

I still wonder

what it would feel like

to belong to someone

who is not afraid to stay.

And sometimes

I fear

I may never know.

But today

I chose something radical:

I chose me.

I tasted sweetness

and allowed it to mean

that my existence

is already worthy of tenderness.

So if love never arrives

the way I imagined

I will not collapse.

Because I have learned

to sit with myself,

to comfort myself,

to remain.

Today,

I gave myself chocolate

and in that quiet moment

of self-recognition,

I discovered

I am not as alone

as I thought.

Whenever I come into your DM

 Whenever I come into your DM,

I don’t always carry clever words

or carefully folded sentences.

Mosttimes, I arrive empty-handed 

except for the quiet wish

to know how you are doing.

In the middle of my day,

between noise and responsibilities,

a soft thought of you appears,

gentle and persistent,

asking me to check in,

to reach out,

to feel a little closer.

It’s never about having

something important to say.

It’s about the way my heart

leans in your direction

without asking for permission.

So if I show up

with nothing but “How are you?”

know that it carries more than words 

it carries care,

it carries longing,

it carries you

on my mind. 💫

At the Door of Your Heart

I spoke my truth not to bind you,

But because the heart, when full, must speak.

What I offered was not a demand,

Only a confession

Pure, deliberate, and sincere.

If my words arrived before their season,

I pray they do not bruise our friendship,

For I treasure it

Not as a consolation,

But as something already complete and beautiful.

Your presence in my life matters,

Whether love blooms or not.

Yet hear this, gently:

I have not turned away.

I stand at the quiet door of your heart,

Not with force,

Not with impatience,

But with reverence.

I knock not with noise,

But with constancy.

With kindness.

With time.

Knowing that doors are not broken into

They are opened when the soul is ready.

And if that door never opens,

Still, I will honor the house it protects.

Still, I will value the friendship it shelters.

Still, I will respect you, wholly.

This is my promise:

No pressure.

No resentment.

Only truth,

And a heart willing to wait or to remain a friend.