I was born in the Voice of poetry

I Was Born in the Voice of Poetry by Obed Yadzo I was born in the voice of poetry— a rhythm deep as mother’s prayer, a whisper carved from Ghana’s dust, Volta's breath, Ghana's flare. My cradle was a stanza’s edge, my poem, a line set free to unlock the prison gate Ink was milk; the page, my kin— from the start, I learned to see. I learned from him, my mentors voice , and he that was in me I have the story—not just mine, but of those whose names were never heard, the market women, the silent sons, the dreamers drowned in empty words. I was born , trained, and now bold to fight I suffrage not in silence, but in verse that holds their cries, for I have walked where shadows bloom, and dared to lift the skies. My future roars today because my past echoes in me, reminding me of the ages that I cannot really tell The struggle of the men is mine— the weight of hope, the push, the grind. Their calloused hands, their sleepless nights, are lines I etch between each rhyme. This is Obed—scribe of soul, storykeeper, truth untold. I don’t just write—I bear, I build, a world reborn through words bold. So let the world stand still and hear— not noise, but grace, not pain, but light. For I was born in the voice of poetry, and through its fire, I write. Don't rush to race 'him' Cos he has come not to reign Grandma, 🥰 🥰 🥰. Obed Yadzo remembers that once the sun rises, there's hope for a change.

© 2025 Obed Yadzo. All rights reserved.

"I was born in the Voice of Poetry"
Written and copyrighted by Obed Yadzo on 29/05/2025.

This story is protected under copyright law. No part of this work may be copied, distributed, published, or reproduced in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

HEPSS Old Student Honours Mr. Amegatsiti Wisdom, Powerful Eʋegbe Teacher

The Election Today by Obed Yadzo and Adjah Lilian

My Beloved HEPSS