A birthday tribute to my brother, Dennis Wireko-Ampem Kohl
We were young,
But I was older.
With your stubborn steak,
You challenged my every word.
Sometimes the TV was yours
And the remote controller, mine
Other times, we changed roles.
We fought more than we agreed,
But when we did agree,
It was epic.
I remember those pillow fights.
I was always the first to hit
And soon the last to be crying.
Darn! You always hit real hard.
You were never a softie
And always the strongest of us all.
Maybe your twin kissed you with her strength
Before she left for heaven.
Mama always said
“Two fools could not be right.”
But I was tired, always being the one
To understand and not retaliate.
I thought she loved you more
And made you get away
With a lot of things and mischiefs.
But I wasn’t allowed that privilege.
We’ve had our happy times too.
How you could rescript
Every action movie
To suit your taste.
But Sam and I knew it was far from the truth.
How we couldn’t decide to watch
Between Gummy Bears
And one of John Cena’s famous wrestling matches.
Those water gunfights
That you took too seriously.
All my savings you used to acquire
That electric car.
The only thing I was pleased about
Was my cash
That you used for the gun with the real bullets.
Lol, I never liked seeing you quiet ,
So I always attacked from the back
But you were always a step ahead
And had me tapping out.
The number of devices you destroyed
Because you believe you could fix it back.
Oh My Wreck-It-Ralph.
The number of days we could hold onto
Without talking to each other.
All because you wouldn’t say sorry first.
How I struggled not to laugh at your jokes
But I failed!
You were my brother
And no matter what I could never hate you.
It’s two decades and two now
And I see the gentleman you are becoming.
A man with a heart of gold
A man with diverse strengths,
A genius of IT
And a great man of soccer.
Sometimes I look at you and smile.
I’m glad we didn’t kill each other
Over remotes and pillows.
I’m grateful for what God is doing in your life.
Cheers to a life of greatness!
You will do exceedingly well, brother.
Happy birthday Dennis Kohl
I love you now and forever.
My Wofa Atta.
17 replies on “WOFA ATTA”
This is touching! Makes me reminisce some of the best part of childhood, definitely not the toys but the bond between big brother/little sister and vice versa. Conflict I guess is a good thing. Fights are necessary if only we come out unscathed and make peace soon afterwards.
Hope he reads this and pulls on the best smile ever! โฅ๏ธ.
Cheers
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Yes very true.
The bond is for a lifetime, thankfully the scars faded out๐๐
Always a pleasure to hear from you, DrC
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Well done Wordsmith
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Thanks, Reuben.
I’m glad you liked it
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Beautiful. Truly. My sis and I can relate to the fights and no talking.๐ ๐
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Lol ๐๐
I’m glad it hit home
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Wonderful piece.
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Thanks Jo
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I like this very much
And it was very relatable ๐
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I’m glad you did Jackie
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Wow what a wonderful piece
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Great piece
Making me miss old times
Thanks big sis
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Yaayy Star of the day ๐๐๐๐ฅฐ๐ฅฐ.
I miss them to Den.
Cheers to more beautiful and wonderful experience.
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I donโt mind being an event organiser this weekend.
Any one to volunteer the pillows?๐ ๐
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Lmao Kemi not not not
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I was the last child so I didnโt have the opportunity to fight siblings. I โ envyโ you! ๐๐๐ I still enjoyed reading your well written piece.
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Thanks Ame
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