Kakalika Diaries - Prince Mensah



the kakalika[i] eats the calico
of old people with kaka[ii] and kookoo[iii]
and catastrophe catapults its trick
with man-versus-insect catalytic



cockroaches encroach our peace lurking
through abroach beer bottles
lying on bar floors by the drunken
listless to find their way home.

I see slimy grimy baby roaches
approaching dirty dishes with gusto
broaching our disgust when we find
them crouch near our open mouths

we reach for empty RAID cans cursing
ourselves for complacency
and our darkened rooms become the playgrounds
for rodents and Blattaria pests

sleep is shot by insects searching
through cupboards and kettles
no more silence as plastic cups turn
as a thousand critters roam

the room is filled with flying cockroaches
we smash them between recto and verso
but the night has made us all blind
we are victims in her blackouts

we beat ourselves in this confusion
roach-riddance is urgency
triggering mistakes as melee abounds
thanks to these cold-blooded insects

I guess the cockroach will inherit the earth
after the meek get fed up with being nice.
They run through the chamber and hall, coach and berth
indulging us all with creepy surprise


the kakalika eats the calico
of old people with kaka and kookoo
and catastrophe catapults its trick
with man-versus-insect catalytic




[i] The Ga word for ‘cockroach’
[ii] Twi word for toothache
[iii] Twi word for ‘a weak waist’, a sign of age and morbidity
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