MY NAME

cofhypieces

Sometimes I ask for my name

And I become confused

 

Due to how I play the game

With millions of dudes

 

I really get nervous, if I merit this fame

each has different ways, of giving their news

 

Am called ‘’Bosommuru’’ by some

A blessing for the great, but a yoke too burd’nsome

 

My students call me BM

Can’t help it just keep the fandom

 

Majority keep to sir

And it tastes like myrrh

 

Some call me ‘’kofi’’

And it’s simple

Others say Joel

I don’t know if it’s the one in the Bible

 

One calls me ‘’ntimic’’

He seems funny just playing gimmick

 

A friend calls and shouts’’ gyimii’’

And am not amazed he refers to me

 

I remember very well biggest boy

Least did I know life makes us toy

 

One preacher calls me bishop

Don’t like it when he makes me special

 

Some call me ntim

Those ones want to stay official

 

Lest I forget, one calls me baby

Is it because am childish or kiddy?

 

She calls me ‘’fiifi’’

I drop, and respond Sissy

 

You still remember omega one?

It was an amateur recommendation

 

The Siblings say ‘’braa’’

And I marvel because of her location

 

What this profession gave, tee

Smile a bit and cut the communication

 

A group combines, teacher kofi

I become angry, but that’s their occasion

 

In each case, this is my identity

And I submit, for thus how I lived with humanity

 

                                                                                                                        Writer: Ntim Gyakari

 

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  1. Bosommuru- meaning ‘’distinguished’’name of the spirit guiding a particular clan in Ghana.
  2. BM-acronym for Business Management
  3. Kofi-an akan male born on Friday
  4. Fiifi- a fante male born on Friday
  5. Ntimic- nickname coined from ntim
  6. Gyimii-stupid
  7. Braa- akan word for brother
  8. Tee- short form of teacher (locally coined)
  9. Sissy- meaning mother, sister or lady
  • Author: cofhypieces (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 24th, 2021 18:09
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is a poem about how I have lived differently with different people and each giving me a name based on our way of life. It is a complete tone of real human nature of living different lives with different people for different reasons.
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Comments2

  • L. B. Mek

    thanks for sharing,
    great levels of insight you exemplify
    but for me
    this kind of depth in poetry, loses
    something
    when you try to force it, into rhyming couplets
    it distracts, from the seriousness in your tone
    and the many wise words
    in your message..
    (indeed, we all have to mask
    ourselves
    within various guises, just
    so as to survive)

    • cofhypieces

      blending English with Twi made it look like forced, nevertheless every art suffers critiques and mine is no exception- your comments are highly considered

    • Osei Zion

      Great piece. Keep it going



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