Frederick Kwesi Great Agboletey
Collegiate Session
Look at them
This collection of uncertainties
On a passage through certain courses
Brilliance, darkness and pure wanderlust
A collection of certain uncertainty
Seeking definition in this rambling
madhouse, of
Meaning seeking expression
Sharp specificity of consummate particularist
Ruffled mangling of conscientious apostate
Ingested regurgitations of lame obedient
They all have their say
And their presence-
Lonely isolation of youth
Seeking for independence freely granted
Huddled groupie in lonely involvement
Vitriolic passion of a vision pursued
In seemingly visionless strait-laced
vacuity
When pride of youth blossoms,
Flowery stalk feeble in delicate gaiety
All displaying in their glorious acclamation
In season, albeit but a moment in eternity
A surprised captured in lifting cusp
of time
This fluidity of ongoing noesis-
Changing times
Reflective patterns as repetitive as
a mirror image
Each as different in similarity
As snow flakes indifferent in expressive
identity
Grasping portentous knowledge in sweeping
flow
In a sudden awakening of innocence lost
II
My times in your hands,
Your hands in my time
A loose disengagement of fervour subdued
in intensity
Prescient grand caretaker in favour
Disfavoured image
My task your livelihood
Your livelihood my indictment
Till from collective acknowledged deception,
of
Limited relevance pride discerns consequence-
These years cast upon sacrificial altar
of putridity
Heaving monumental sarcophagi
Amidst litter of pigs grovelling in
pearly nest sullied,
A glitter of brilliance amidst quotidian
stain
A light caught in outer edges of dropping
water drops
Delicately poised to dissipate
Lightning hope
Blazing hardened fuel caked in cold
holders
These holders, your brains that collective
mind state shared
Caught in raspy rut, juggled midstream
amidst pleasantries of Certainty and things taken for granted, a sudden awakening-
This sad lot, this joyous lot
This haze of uncertainty, this glint
of hardiness
This meaningless wandering minds,
These surefooted mountain goats,
Keeping a rendezvous with time, and
Some palely defined future,
Sharpening their tools, expansive mind
On this well heeled whetting stones-
Arrogant disdain askance
Casting furtive glances at knowledge’s
cellar
Some been there, seen some, still discovering
Benign hope of species basking
These monotone shades of toned down
colours and emotions,
Occasioned dash of audacity
In sedate collection of individuality
Serenely, coldly miss-stepping with
an assurance most provoking
Class, present pride of momentarily
joy
Melting away as though setting sun,
certain
To re-emerge again and again
Each, varied shade of variegated same,
Each one as dissimilar as previous similar-
