All The Colours Of The World

(Our world is so beautiful, it's filled with people of different size, shape & shade - how lucky are we!)

My world has all the colours of the rainbow

smudged altogether in one city.

The fragrance of cumin and turmeric, coco and jerk, ginger and nutmeg too,

umm how I love the smell of diversity.

Our tongues twist and turn to speak the language of truth,

my city is a mix-match of melody tunes.

Some come tall, some come small, some come thin, some come stout

Where I live is a place of zigzags, curly-whirls and swirls.

The wonderful patterns of the world.

The air is hot then it’s cold, arctic and humid,

it’s a concoction of confusion,

still, I love it because the sky is blue then its grey, purple then black

It embraces the colours of you and I.

I love my world because it’s filled with zeal and zest,

and painted with a brush of different strokes.

In all our difference we are still the same,

because our hearts beat the same sweet truth.

Loopy Looms

(Loom Bands here, there and everywhere! For all the parents who have kids that are Loom Band crazy - I feel your pain.)




They’re orange and pink and blue and green,

they’re all over this house I can’t get this place clean!

The kids twist em and loop em and hoop em and hook em,

but they’re all over this house it’s making me scream!

They make great friendship bracelets and necklaces too,

seriously, they’re all over this house even in the ads on the TV screen!

Great time takers and they keep the kids busy, I will agree,

honestly, this house looks like a loom band movie scene.

But when the kids are asleep and I’m left on my own,

I’ll sweep and I’ll sweep put them all in a heap, then chuck em in the bin,

till my house is all clean.

They’ll ask in morning where they’ve all disappeared,

Then I’ll blame it on the elastic band monster and sigh ‘he’s so mean!’

(P.S. The elastic band monster finds Loom Bands especially yummy.)

Ama’s Twisty Hair

(Ama has beautifully coiled afro hair that her mother often packs into two mini mouse puffs at the front and into two separate corkscrew threaded twist at the back (hair threading is a common African plait adopted mostly by Ghanaians). Ama loves her hair like this because none of the other kids have it the same but the kids at school keep playing around with it and messing it up!)

Ama had bouncy coiled hair that puffed up like candy floss,
the back was parted and threaded into two piglet twists.
The kids would yank on them all day, it made her cross,
but she would ignore them the same way and pretend they didn’t exist.



By the time it was home time her hair was a mess,
her mother would sigh and say ‘not again, what happen this time?’
And she would tell the same tale of how the kids were a pest,
and her mother would respond with this rhyme:



You hair is a picture of wonder and vision of curiosity,
the kids are just fascinated by what they see,
you ought to thank God for the sheer quantity.
No matter how messy it is, your hair is still perfect to me!