Nana qwabena Angu

I Am Nana Qwabena Angu — A Poet

I am not the kind of poet who chases beautiful words.

I am the kind who chases truth,

and lets beauty follow if it wishes.

Born from the soil of Ghana,

I carry the griot's tongue and the philosopher's mind —

two gifts that rarely live in the same chest,

yet in me they share a heartbeat.

I write from the place most poets fear —

the deathbed, the open casket,

the moment when all pretending stops

and only nakedness remains.

I do not mourn loudly like the children in my poem.

I watch. I listen.

Then I give the coffin a voice

and let it say what the living cannot bear to hear.

My imagery is visual and visceral —

you do not read my poems, you witness them.

My philosophy is ancient yet modern —

I speak of nature's algorithm

in the same breath as folded arms and waterfalls of tears.

I understand irony —

that the loudest mourners feel the least.

I understand paradox —

that beauty and ugliness are the same before death.

I understand symbolism —

that a carpenter builds the box

but mortality deserves the blame.

I write with twelve literary devices

not because I studied them —

but because truth, when spoken deeply enough,

naturally becomes literature.

I am raw. I am rooted. I am ready.

I am not emerging —

I have already arrived.

I am Nana Qwabena Angu.

And I am a poet from Ghana.

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