A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Coby Daniels

with Coby Daniels:

Q1: When did you start writing and first influences?

Coby: I started writing in 2nd year of high school at age 17. Precisely February 17, 2010. First time I ever wrote a poem. My influence was basically nature and then there was this poet from Nigeria, P. O. C. Umeh. He wrote Ambassadors of Poverty.

Q2: Who are your biggest influences today?

Coby: My biggest influence today wouldn’t be standout. My style is influenced by so many amazing writers I have read both old and contemporary.

Q3: Where did you grow up and how did that influence your writing/art? Have any travels away from home influenced work/describe?

Coby: I grew up in a quiet neighbourhood in a very busy Ghanaian city (Kumasi). The place didn’t shape my writing as much as life experiences did. I had to assume certain roles beyond my age so there. I went to university away from home and that was one of the most inspiring years of my life as a writer. The beach was close by so you could imagine musing under the sunset and a cool breeze.

Q4: What do you consider the most meaningful work you’ve done creatively so far?

Coby: That would be my forthcoming collection, Shards and other poems, due somewhere in August.

Q5: Any pivotal moment when you knew you wanted to be an artist/poet?

Coby: February 2013 when I began to publicly share my poems.

Q6: Favorite activities to relax?

Coby: I listen to lots of music, I enjoy a good film from time to time and I love to read

Q7: Any recent or forthcoming projects you’d like to promote?

Coby: Yes, Shards. I’ll share promotional material as soon as they’re out.

Q8: What is a favorite line/stanza from a poem of yours or others?

Coby: “Trust is a broken reed pipe still trying to make beautiful music.”

Q9: Who has helped you most with writing?

Coby: It’s quite a list but I’d say my best friends, Afia Owusuaa Owusu, @KwamenaWrighter, Prince Kwesi Mensah and Bertrand Azags.

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2 poems by Coby Daniels : Lunatic & Society’s Nunc Dimitis

3 poems by Coby Daniels: Lost, Contemplation, Broken Mirror

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2 poems by Coby Daniels : Lunatic & Society’s Nunc Dimitis


They tell me 
My mother is a lunatic
She lost it the day
My father forgot her
They tell me
A lot about my mother
Like how she is the root
Of all these problems
They demonize my mother
And I listen to them
Create pictures of a suicide mission
My grandparents should have aborted
They tell me
Not to take sides
With my last line of defence
They tell me
She is a problem
The kind nothing can ever fix
They tell her
Swallow your pain
And walk past this suffering
Like it never happened
I watch them excuse the validity 
of my mother's existence
With a lack of respect
They tell me
Your mother hates us
They tell me
She dissed them
They tell me
She is a loner
They tell me
One day you will end up
The same as your mother
They tell me, I listen
They tell me
She is a burden
A weight that would drown me
They tell me
But I don't hear
The noise begins to drown them.

Society's Nunc Dimitis

There have been times 
When we only dreamed of the future
The kind of dreams
That promised us a better society;
We still dream of this objective vision
But isn’t it all a negative mission?
Because we are in this present future
But from what I see,
We don’t need no preacher
To tell us we painted the wrong picture

My generation is in remission
We are the ultimate cavemen
Expressing our feelings and emotions
By way of cheesy emojis
No point in wearing a smile
When a grinning, yellow, round face 
does it better
We are detached from reality
We live in close contact with LED screens
That understand our every sequence
In a way that
Our next-door neighbours never will

Better safe to bump fists
And shake hands virtually

That way, everybody keeps their pride

I am conflicted but I am not alone
You got no best friends
We are in this together
No need for counselling or therapy these days
Just write a blog post
And give everyone a piece of your

We say, 
No one cares anymore
But what if we all are in the wrong place?
Because virtually,
There’s real love going around
On a certain roller-coaster ride called
The one place, with society at its best
We express our love
With twelve thousand Facebook likes
Instagram sees all of our best moments
And apparently,
A hundred thousand retweets are all the flowers
You will ever need for heartfelt sympathy
Snapchat proves psychology wasn’t wrong
Because truly,
It exposes the base side of all men-
Kittens, puppies, donkeys and chickens

Civility is a long-lost distant cousin
Diplomacy to a lot of you is an alien
So we take our grievances to social media
Where everything goes viral-
Our pain, anger, obsession, hate

We cut connections with the block button
And condemn immorality with sensational leaks
We turn around in mock disbelief
And say, ‘Look! Society is so rotten’
Now, that is what I call amazing

My generation is a realisation 
of the past’s projection
And I think
This is what they saw
In their dreams of a better society.

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3 poems by Coby Daniels: Lost, Contemplation, Broken Mirror

Coby Daniels


I am on a march now
To a place that opens
Upon the vista of Heaven
But I keep losing my way up
Jacob’s ladder
Please help me find the compass
That leads me right to you

For I am lost now
You are Babel
Re-orienting my ability of speech
I speak in different thoughts
And think in different tongues
I never seem to make sense
There is a revival
That has left me understanding
The mysterious language
Of the lost

Those who see without eyes
And only hear with ears closed


I am stuck in conference
With the dark night
Listening to the fireflies
Telling me tales

When the moon fell in love
With stardust

Hangs a veil of fog
Thicker than a slay queen’s lashes
And as heavy as
The beat of a million songs unsung
Marking time inside my head

I want to reach out
And touch the stars
But then I pause

My dreams are in a line of fire

I don’t want to burn to ashes
Pursuing my dreams
So I listen to this tale
The fireflies tell

Much like some long forgotten rhymes

Broken Mirror

Let my reflections
Of once upon a time
Bleed on the shards of a mirror
Now broken

This verse
Should have been
A tale of two cities:
Time and Space

Standing still because;

You became
The only thing in my world
That brought me
From the abyss of forgetfulness

You taught me that
Remembrance is not always a curse
But a beautiful song too

Down memory lane
Have now become incisions
Letting out bad blood

Letting out insanity

You remind me that
Some broken things
Are never meant to be
Made whole again.

(c) Coby Daniels

Wolfpack Contributor Bio: Coby Daniels

Wolfpack Contributor Bio: Coby Daniels

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Daniel Asamoah Yeboah (a.k.a. : Coby Daniels) is a young Ghanaian poet, novelist, spoken word artiste, and proud alum of the University of Cape Coast from where he graduated with a
Bachelor of Arts in Education Degree. He was also president of the Department of English’s Creative Writers Club. He has featured in several journals including the maiden and second editions of the Lunaris Review Online Magazine. He has performed some inspiring poems on platforms in Ghana such as Moonlight Cafe, Indigenious Minds, VerbzCafe and has been greatly influential together with other creatives like The Village Thinkers in instituting the poetry revival in his university campus with selflessness, zeal and enthusiasm. He is a social volunteer and
aspires to positively impact society with his writings and volunteerism. He loves nature photography and is a voracious reader. Find him on: IG & Facebook: coby Daniels, Twitter:
@coby_daniels and his blog: http://www.cobysthinktank.wordpress.com