Desmond Tagoe

Bronx, NY, USA

Desmond Tagoe's pen name is Nam-Tut. He is the owner and operator of a painting and wallpapering company specializing in custom colors and paper. I was born in West London. I went to school in south London. I have always been an avid writer. I moved to New York in the early 70's after completing a painting and decorating apprenticeship. I enjoy writing, reading, and performing my works with others. I have performed in plays in the USA and the Caribbean. I have been published 3 times with The National Library of Poetry.

To My Dear Father

All though I have never seen you I know you are there
All though you have never told me I know me you do love
When I was but I thought you knew of
When I was not known to myself you knew of me
Father from you I have come and from you I now go
even though I know its you who are leading me as I know I am going
I count myself as nothing at your will I go here or there
in the eyes of man I am counted as of strong faith and love
You see my faith and you see my love so the words of man are of no praise to me
For me the expectance from you is all desire
I pray do not lead me to temptation I am big but I don't know how small
I am strong but I don't know how weak I am fast but I don't know how slow
And with all these things against me I am still coming to you
with all of my being If I am asked where are you going will I say to my father will I say to Eden
But the race has just begun the finish line is not in sight
Thus far I have come with no danger and did not know you
What comfort and what shelter will I receive now that I know you
If the comfort be a feather I shall count it as a luxury
If the comfort be a fig leaf I shall count it as a palace
I am in you as you are in me all things come from you.

I sent my shadow before me to tell you of the day Yes my dream came to you.
I am coming on the noon day tide wait for me on golden sand
Spring lady Honey child Spring lady Honey child
It's not your destiny or what the season brings
Jesus is king or all the impossible things

Spring lady

Spring Lady melt my mind Honey child sweeten my drink.
Pour me into your cup of desire and love Spring lady Honey child
What is your love to me if you keep running from my shadow
What is the tastes of your apples to me if they don't come to my lips.
Spring lady Honey child, From the distant land I come to you from across the sea I come.

Africa I

Africa I am coming home, home to your breast.
Africa I am riding the waves nothing can stop us
Africa receive me under your wing hold and guide my spirit
Your beauty is deep inside me your wonder is in my heart
from you my soul will never depart.

If you are coming home no time to waste
If you are ready, then let's go - time is short
It's not a wish, it's not a wish