Blogger’s Challenge: Search Word Poetry

Some time ago, I read a poem by a Swedish blogger who had just taken the most recent word searches leading to her blog and created poetry out of those words. Below is my attempt. I hereby challenge seven fellow bloggers to do the same and then challenge seven others! MayaMame, AntiRhythm, Nina Ruthström, Wayan, Chris Blattman, Adventures From The Bedrooms of African Women and Accra Books and Things.

mike kajsa
documentary about sponsoring education
learn twi audio
digital anthropologist job search
“dobet gnahore”

moving back to ghana blog
blogs in sweden
nordic africa conference
what does a ghana drivers license look like?
ghana driver licence image

universities in ghana
ashesi campus berekuso
lady gaga
redness and itchy from red ant bite image

valcano non ha
learn twi audio
living in africa
wanlov the kubolor

how to kill red ants in palm trees

>New Poetry Blog: Soursweet Ghana

>Last week, I got a chance to do to an impromptu presentation on blogging to a room filled with young women. I wrote on it here.

Tonight, I got an email from Lizzy, a woman who was there and inspired by the talk started her own blog!

She has chosen to present her beautiful poetry combined with stylish photos (her own?) to illustrate the feel. I like the the poems because they discuss common literary themes like the village and the rose, but in a way that carefully avoids clichés. Here’s a passage that I enjoyed particularly:

The sun was to be married
Her groom was the moon
Though they met often they never got married
For their meeting brought darkness

The name of the blog is also intriguing: “Soursweet Ghana”. Find it here.

I’m so happy I could inspire to this!

Pic from the above-mentioned Women and ICT event.

>Let’s Talk About Love

> This post has a topic chosen by the members of Ghanablogging for this month. I have decided to do a first attempt of blog poetry, inspired by fellow Ghana blogger Antirhytm. Please let me know what you think of it!


Months had passed
before I noticed you always used my first name

was something you had never called me

I had not noticed
I had been too busy falling in love


I felt sad, I was angry
I resented you like someone who had never loved

you would not hold my hand
you would not come with flowers
you would not make plans for Valentines day
you would not say the words!

DarlingSweetheartBabyCutiepie, let’s talk about love.
You listened like you always do.
DarlingSweetheartBabyCutiepie is not talking about love, you suggested,

more precious is your name

Pic: Tulips in the snow, Sweden Jan 09.