Mr. Poetivist

12/04/2026

London Noir🇬🇧

05/04/2026

while my brothers are out here acquiring land and wives, i am also busy making big moves too, secured two audible titles for one credit. big up yaself. +mp

23/03/2026

Attipoe served our country, and was owed a grave.

🗞️ Excerpt from Memo: 48 Christianborg to 92 37 published in Issue 2 - Ghana’s Histories
📀 Audio from page.

23/03/2026

We reimagined the poem “selma my alabama” as a contemporary jazz piece at the British Council.

I hope you enjoy it 🤍

selma my alabama — Live At British CouncilBandWritten & Performed by Yours trulyKeyboard | Eugene AmissahElectric Guitar | Efo DelaBass Guitar | Donald Fiagb...

22/03/2026

selma my alabama ft. Live At British Council, ACC 🇬🇭

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21/03/2026

10/10 book, 0/10 emotional stability after reading.

20/03/2026

Noticed this week that Johannesburg is listening to our poetry collection from Ghana. My love is ever yours, Joburg🤍

https://open.spotify.com/album/01FLMFQiGEfaHWrhjOWXUy?si=i49Wkb1aTWKHHBCcL-HXfw

Mr. Poetivist · audiobook · 2025 · 13 songs

19/03/2026

at one a.m you’re the long-lost son of ama ata aidoo, pure genius, emotions and metaphors doing backflips. then morning comes, you reread and start editing like, which part of this country hurt me this badly in this stanza? +mp

17/03/2026

I am learning to sit with my wins without flinching and to share them with those who’ve held me up. Last week, I got a new poem in Hummingbird Journal, Issue 2, Ghana’s Histories. And tonight, a text from ablotsi tells me that a poem I randomly recorded during a session in Europe has been commissioned for a cause that matters. Keep writing, even though the wheel of time grinds slow through Pokuase-Amasaman traffic, still it takes everyone home, though not without a few casualties along the way🤍

14/03/2026

my prayer, for the hour when heaven remembers the poet.

Father in heaven,
Emmanuel, God with us,
Each day here is my last chance
to be remembered into vast tributes
and despair.

Before my coming home to you,
make this heart your dwelling,
a sacred haven of your presence,
where you breathe eternal poems
for us, your beloved zion.

Long am I of dust and memory.
Let these poems be known as you are
Infinite,
Man to whom the earth returned.

Oh Father in heaven.

Amen.

Mr. Poetivist
March 14, 2026, 02:44 am