tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43731556867396460852024-03-14T12:35:04.218+00:00Moonlight expressionsThis blog is a stage of poetic expression. It is inspired by the age-old African tradition of poetry, storytelling, riddles and other art forms under the moonlight. Enjoy!gamelmaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09063684348143970322noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4373155686739646085.post-57738638460335704932018-08-24T08:00:00.000+00:002018-08-24T08:00:13.613+00:00Hands up!!In emptiness and void, the words spoken and made.<br />
The light triggered and lingered, His words triggering day and night.<br />
From void He part the skies and seas...birds and fishes.<br />
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From Emptiness and vacuum, He birthed the trees,herbs and bees...moulded the beasts of the earth.<br />
Then man!...He made man in an image like non other. With a sigh, he breathed life into him...us!<br />
He made us in the image of Him.<br />
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Him!...whose words formed life,<br />
Him!...who speaks and darkness fleas,<br />
Him who is the creator, the lord of all hosts!<br />
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...then from the depths of darkness, the devil beckoned and stole...crawled and conned man.<br />
Man fell! Fell from the bliss of the almighty in search of vanity amis! The search was meaningless, leading to destruction.<br />
The path the devil made a pact with, in all the vanities of the world, desires of the flesh...the love of sin!<br />
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Then!...in emptiness and void, God's word spoken and made.<br />
The word became flesh, flesh like us...God like Him!<br />
The word, the Messiah, the truth and the light!<br />
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He walked upon the earth and reached out to us in the depths of darkness, beckoned to us, loved us in all our filth!<br />
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So we lift up our eyes to see the light, the light of our salvation shine before us in the renewal of life. Him in us, our hope of glory!<br />
Him in us, an everlasting life!<br />
To him we lift our hands!<br />
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Yes! To him, we will lift our HANDS UP!!<br />
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Ivy-PearlMiss Ivy Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12996720319908189132noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4373155686739646085.post-78145898329652072412015-06-17T19:52:00.002+00:002015-06-17T19:52:43.958+00:00The Decay of the Academy<div style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14.6181812286377px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;">
On that ill fated day<br />The moment charlatans walked through its doors<br />Their wares desecrating the sanctity of our space<br />That moment the academy turned into a baz<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;">aar<br />Where fake scrolls, letters, and diplomas could be bought for a song</span></div>
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The philosophers and sages had no say<br />One by one they floated out through emerging cracks in the tower<br />As quick as particles energised in a heated crucible<br />With young scholars left to their own devices</div>
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Fungi and mould took over the crevices<br />Then the ground shook and a mighty wind blew<br />Finally foreboding tunes filled the ambiance<br />To signal the decay of the academy</div>
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gamelmaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09063684348143970322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4373155686739646085.post-23195019147084502812014-02-14T10:08:00.000+00:002014-02-14T10:08:02.817+00:00Valentine's Day Haiku<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On Valentine's Day</div>
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I dream of Ghanaian chocolate</div>
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And your loving hug</div>
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gamelmaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09063684348143970322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4373155686739646085.post-12228504160443127772012-08-04T23:33:00.002+00:002012-08-04T23:34:57.141+00:00Let Peace Be<div class="MsoNormal">
When nightmares of our virulent past-</div>
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sharp knives of discord-</div>
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threaten to sever our bonds of unity,</div>
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when wars and strife</div>
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greet from the left and the right,</div>
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do not cave in, brother;</div>
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hold fast to the things that keep hope alive.</div>
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Let peace be,</div>
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let it be.</div>
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Let peace be</div>
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lo, let it be</div>
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still as the calm waters of Bosomtwi,</div>
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unperturbed as a graceful princess in her beauty sleep.</div>
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Do not stir.</div>
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Stoke no fire with your wild thoughts,</div>
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cooking strange tales of things unperceived.</div>
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Restrain yourself</div>
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from adding fuels of emotional prejudice to the destroyers’
fire,</div>
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burning our aspirations to ashes!</div>
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Be bold to quench the raging infernos stoked by single
stories</div>
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and save tomorrow’s golden dreams.</div>
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Let peace be,</div>
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Please let it be!</div>
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Resist their plans to make you</div>
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the purveyor of the social gangrene.</div>
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Don’t spill out the unguarded words they feed you with</div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>to fester sour wounds
of the dark days much like septic needles, </div>
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multiplying our pain and heightening our wail.</div>
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Yea, let us slow down on the divisive acts</div>
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that plunge Africa into perpetual wahala</div>
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and amplify the sisters’ tears many fold.</div>
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Stop acting like it’s only your brother who needs food,</div>
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let the people have their bread too</div>
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lest their fury burst like a volcanic earthquake </div>
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to smash all we’ve built over the years,</div>
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setting us back to the stone age.</div>
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Surely, it must be no complex puzzle to pursue peace</div>
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From day one nature bestowed it on us</div>
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as imprinted in our DNA .</div>
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Make no mistake about this: fairness is the key,</div>
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we can only have peace when we</div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">P</b>rovide <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">E</b>qual <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">A</b>ccess to the <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">C</b>ountry’s <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">E</b>conomy</div>
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Let it be!</div>
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Let peace be!</div>gamelmaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09063684348143970322noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4373155686739646085.post-47390907101857701422012-03-22T19:38:00.000+00:002012-03-22T19:38:53.731+00:00The WordSpoken from heavenly heights<br />
descending to these earthly realms<br />
the word dwells among us,<br />
ever transcending yet sure,<br />
ever potent,<br />
directing our course<br />
to the end of time.<br />
Selah!gamelmaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09063684348143970322noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4373155686739646085.post-3110445461818341942012-01-19T16:16:00.000+00:002012-01-19T17:59:51.558+00:00Knowledge is freeDon't sharpen your legal axes<br />
only to hack the members<br />
of the knowledge tree<br />
you should know<br />
knowledge, like a baobab tree,<br />
cannot be encircled wth one's hands.<br />
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Ask Kwaku Ananse, the tricky spider<br />
who dared,<br />
racking his brains to near-explosion,<br />
to gather all wisdom known to humans<br />
the return of all his drudgery<br />
t'was futile indeed!<br />
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Truth is you don't know it all<br />
you can't know it all<br />
neither can I stake such a claim<br />
why don't we instead drink<br />
from our common wisdom pot<br />
gaining nourishment, strengthening everyone<br />
for the world's good?<br />
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Knowledge is one ware<br />
though shared remains still<br />
and grows many folds<br />
like microbes in a rich medium.<br />
Umuntu ngumuntu ngabantu,<br />
the world's knowledge belongs to us all<br />
knowledge is free!gamelmaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09063684348143970322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4373155686739646085.post-13261426008927088202011-11-06T13:50:00.001+00:002011-11-06T16:54:28.898+00:00BOOK SYNOPSIS: TALES FROM DIFFERENT TAILS, BY NANA AWERE DAMOAH<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<a href="http://nanaaweredamoah.wordpress.com/">Nana Awere Damoah</a>, an engineer and writer, is someone I admire and look up to a lot. He is about to launch his third book titled <b>Tails from Different Tails</b>. Read a short synopsis of what to expect from the book:</div>
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Everyone has a price and… their broom. You either name the price or find the broom that sweeps them off their feet!<br />
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<b> October Rush</b><br />
The new academic year has started and school is under siege. Reason?
‘October Rush’. Heads keep turning as students struggle to juggle
academic work with relationship wahala. The freshers are tagged New
Stock, sophomores as Reduce to Clear while final years are Buy One Get
On Free. Follow ‘October Rush’ as it tells the intricate story of
University romance. For some, it is learning the ropes, for others it is
a do or die affair. Find your feet in this hot, intense, and pacey
affair. The Rush is on!<br />
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<b> Truth Floats</b><br />
It is true
that the one who you save the bullet for might be the one pulling the
trigger. So the story goes that Kweku Ananse took the meat right out of
his bosom friend, Akoto’s, mouth when he stole Ama Adoma from him. But
it is also true that when they lie they will lie again because the
deception never end. Amidst the lies and disloyalty truth comes to light
like a calabash that has been forced in water. All said and done, did
Ama fall for Kweku? How did Akoto find out about his fiancé, Ama’s, true
love for him? This story teaches the values of patience, perseverance
and love in the face of lies.<br />
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<b> Dribble de Zagidibogidi</b><br />
Vengeance is of God but can the human mind truly forgive and forget?
Zagidibogidi (Randy) is accused of brutally raping Rose, the only lady
he would catch the moon for. As things turn out, Rose is the only one
who could save him from going to jail. Wicked twist? Rose has fallen
into coma. But help comes from strange places. Babyface, Randy’s lawyer,
vowed to do his best to prove his client’s innocence. Will justice be
denied by it being delayed? Could there be some unfinished business with
Babyface on Get Even Day? Revenge must be sweet when served cold and
slowly…it is payback time! Yes, a broken mirror can be patched but the
crack will forever be there.<br />
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<b> Hope Undeferred</b><br />
The
elders say women are supposed to sell garden eggs not gun powder. But
Araba’s heart aches for Kwesi. What risks can a young lady take in
making her love known to the man she loves? Should she go ahead and
propose love? For the most haunted spinster in Assin Kabrofo, it is only
a matter of time before she loses heartthrob Kwesi. This unwritten law
in African setting is eating away this beautiful village queen. But do
African gods condone breaking gender ranks? Hope can only be held onto
with hands and feet. And with prayer that it is not dashed to pieces as
pottery on the rocks that line the banks of River Ankobra.<br />
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<b> Kojo Nkrabeah</b><br />
The only stories villagers hear of the city is that of glamour with
streets paved with gold, money hanging on trees and the taps overflowing
with milk and honey. This story shatters the dream of city life for
Kojo Nkrabeah and Akwasi Poku. Akilipee has come to Moseaso from the
city with well embellished stories. These stories lured the orphaned
Kojo Nkrabeah and his friend, Akwasi Poku. In their haste to escape
their mundane village lives, they learn the hard way where the grass is
green. This is not your ordinary village-to-city story but one that
immerses the reader into the best of both worlds.<br />
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<b> Guardian of the Rented Well</b><br />
Akos is a married woman who wants her book published. Benson wants
everything in skirt. How does he draw the line between pleasure with
this taken lady and the business at hand? This story shows the resolve
of married women and the extent to which they go to show or betray love
and trust.<br />
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Was it Akos who coveted Benson to get her way? Or it
was Benson who risked his life guarding the rented well. What has all
this got to do with Lieutenant Patrick Atiemo? Something has to give,
but what? Follow this maze of a crazy love affair gone terribly wrong …<br />
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<b> Face to Face – Trotro Palaver</b><br />
If you have not taken a trotro, aka troski in Ghana, then either you
are not a Ghanaian or haven’t visited Ghana. The ordinary man’s means of
transportation in Ghana comes with lots of hustle and drama. The tight
seating arrangements, the conversations, the potpourri of smells the
laughter, gossips, the political debates as well as the twists, turns
and trickery to outwit the police. This adventure brings you face to
face as we take a short winding yet hilarious ride in the old Morris
troski, with registration number ABC 4037. Join Akwasi the aplanke
(drivers mate) who holds a PhD in cunning, slippery mathematics and his
master, Massa Kojo, the man who uses a toothpick in his mouth like a
ceiling brush, as they drive us from Pig Farm to Circle....
vroooooommmmmm.......Away bus!<br />
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<b> Project Akoma</b><br />
When
the heart decides, it is the mind that plans. A message sent to the
mind simply reads: “I have found my desire—my missing rib,” and sets the
brain in motion. Stories of human love always go with sorrow, joy,
deceit, unfailing dedication and jealousy. To win the heart of this
striking beauty of eve’s daughter, he must climb the seven skies and
back, he must scale the China wall to profess love and win her heart. A
moving rollercoaster of a love story which takes readers through the
steps to win Adjoa’s heart. This was so delicate and complicated it had
to be handled like a final year project work on a University campus. Was
this another happily ever after tale or a masterpiece of storytelling
with sting at the very end?<br />
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Tales from Different Tails
will be launched on 1 December 2011 at the Teacher's Hall Complex near
Workers' College and Tigo Headoffice, Adabraka, Accra, at 6pm. This is
Nana Awere Damoah's third book, the first two being Excursions in My
Mind (2008) and Through the Gates of Thought (2010).</div>gamelmaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09063684348143970322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4373155686739646085.post-33940525071358410522011-08-06T17:09:00.001+00:002011-08-06T17:15:12.050+00:00How the youth got angry<p>First they snatched jobs from our parents hands,</p><p>sending hunger pangs running down our stomachs</p><p>Next they jumbled up school systems, switching syllabi on and off like their bedroom lights</p><p>The fields were left desolate, as poisoned water, condensed from their greed, descended from the skies</p><p>When they desecrated the holy temple of the most high,</p><p>all hell broke loose.</p>gamelmaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09063684348143970322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4373155686739646085.post-5101609285516784052011-04-21T11:15:00.002+00:002011-04-21T11:25:39.989+00:00There Goes My Teacher <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> 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New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} </style> <!--[endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">I</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">There goes my teacher,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">The one who brought us up by hand,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">His steps are as sure as Afadjato</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">And his movements as graceful as an eagle’s.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">There he goes with his wonderful books</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">Smiling brightly and ready to serve.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">II</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">There goes my teacher,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">The mastermind,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">His body beams radiant energy</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">And his mind floods with amazing knowledge.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">There he goes, his chalk ever ready,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">To the classroom</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">Where eager students await his impacting lessons.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">III</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">There goes my teacher,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">His ways much like the resolute farmer</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">Who patiently tends fertile and non-fertile soil alike.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">He strives to enrich them with his wit and craft,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">And plants the seeds that’ll surely bloom.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">IV</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">There goes my teacher,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">The skillful builder and master smith</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">Whose hardwork restores the nation’s hopes.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">There he goes laying bricks of discipline</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">Bonded together with the mortar of correction.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">His sweat truly forges us</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">Into men and women of integrity.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">V</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">There goes my teacher,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">The humble one, the suffering one</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">Whose back is as solid as a mountain</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">Never aching for a minute.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">There he goes lowering himself like steps</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">In great sacrifice, while others climb to glory.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">VI</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">There goes my teacher</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">The most disdained of all workers.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">Yea, foolish youth call him “common chalk holder”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">Yet his chalk builds their future,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">Each stroke lays one more brick.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">VII</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">There goes my teacher</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">Though great yet a beggar</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">He begs not for favour or for waiver</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">only for some of life’s little comforts:</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">a roof over the family’s head</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">good food to keep body and soul in one piece</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">good education for the children’s tomorrow</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">four wheels to get around with 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class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">My good old teacher</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">His graceful steps now eroded</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">by years of overwork and depressing pittance</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">Injustice now stares him blankly in the face</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">As the grave speedily beckons</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">There he goes full of the misery</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">That scares the young from ever holding chalk</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">Empty classrooms will soon foretell</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:12pt;">The first signs of national gloom and doom</span></p>gamelmaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09063684348143970322noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4373155686739646085.post-89266531426518265302011-01-04T12:19:00.004+00:002011-01-04T12:46:54.677+00:00The shooter and the killer<div id=":wn" dir="ltr" class="kl">A photographer</div><div id=":wm" dir="ltr" class="kl">is a shooter but not a killer.<br /><br />The real killer lurks subtly under his gaze, his very view,<br />not hiding in obscure hidden places,<br />but readily perceptible through his lens.<br />Her power kill is latently dulled in the moment.<br /><br />Then she rallies to action!<br />Unleashing graceful body movements and radiating smiles<br />and the spark in the eyes is a crucial weapon.<br /><br /><span dir="ltr" id=":w5">Yet there is no death<br />only furious rising of emotions, and passions if you like.<br /><br />The shooter in self defence assumes a posture of alertness<br />quickly drawing his weapon, and pressing the trigger<br /></span><div id=":1s" dir="ltr" class="kl">which results in the capture, albeit virtual, of the killer.<br />The image remains to tell the story...</div><br /><br /></div>gamelmaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09063684348143970322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4373155686739646085.post-43039946170807745392010-12-25T17:58:00.005+00:002010-12-25T18:33:07.639+00:00Christmas HaikuDry winds bring to me,<br />sweet tasty<a href="http://www.congocookbook.com/snack_recipes/akara.html"> akara</a> scents,<br />and merry Christmas.gamelmaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09063684348143970322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4373155686739646085.post-18895566563085707242010-12-05T16:46:00.003+00:002010-12-05T17:48:15.733+00:00A first Haiku<span style="font-size:130%;">The words dance to me<br />moving slowly with great grace<br />"Tender, beauty's here"</span>gamelmaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09063684348143970322noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4373155686739646085.post-59373675137445473342010-06-22T09:58:00.004+00:002010-06-22T10:14:28.084+00:00Time and Love<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">On the wings of love we flew</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Even before time became conscious</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I thought this was the end,</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Then you showed me the starting line</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Into our happy lives </span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Days offloaded its content into us</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And we held each other closer and tighter</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Far to the ends of the horizon our fame reached</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Never to take your love and glory away</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Sorry, if the journey was long for you</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Forgive me if the warning was not loud enough</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Our ways will part soon</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Soon is now I know</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">When I get to my cloud</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I will be sure to send a kiss</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">One you will forever keep</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">In your heart and soul</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">If you will forget me, never forget the days we shared</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And the nights we didn't</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Cuz one day the story will be continued...</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Edward of PathGhanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03658161411819002944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4373155686739646085.post-33339778280086821032010-04-25T17:22:00.001+00:002010-04-25T17:32:18.028+00:00Kpokakpoka<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; ">Many moons have gone by<br />Since I meant to start a revolution<br />A clarion call to action<br />A youth propelled movement that'll gain traction<br />Together we'll fire<br />Mental shots of change and progress<br />To herald the start of a new dawn<br />Just listen to the sound kpoka! Again? kpoka!<br /><br />Chase the cheaters and the eaters<br />Who're like barriers in the path of the cheetahs<br />Stalling progress with their tethers<br />But with ricocheting shots<br />Shots of mental action emanating from thought<br />We reverse the age of retrogression<br />Here we go kpoka! Louder KPOKA!<br /><br />The scourge of dis-ease<br />Plaguing the people of the nation<br />Sapping energy, reducing productivity<br />Let's end its menacing reign<br />Bring the mental weapon into action: kpoka!<br /><br />There goes poverty too<br />That wicked depressor<br />Notorious for killing dreams thus engendering social ills<br />Break down its dominating prison<br />With bullets of determination<br />Loaded in our mental gun<br />Fire kpoka! fire kpoka!<br /><br />Though thieves and robbers who raid the streets at night<br />wield massive weapons of power<br />We'll shake not, we'll hold our shores<br />Ours is the <b>super</b> weapon of resistance<br />That'll scatter theirs into smithereens!<br />Hehehe kpoka! kpoka! Haha kpoka!<br /><br />Against illiteracy and ignorance, kpoka!<br />Against corruption and poor governance, kpoka!<br />Against sloth and laziness, kpoka!<br />Against filth and poor sanitation, kpoka!<br />Herald the new dawn of youthful thoughts of resistance<br />Metamorphosing into action and improvement<br />Change Africa, kill the backwardness<br />Kpoka! Kpoka kpoka!<br /></span>gamelmaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09063684348143970322noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4373155686739646085.post-9365630666260996362010-04-14T19:24:00.005+00:002010-04-14T19:58:07.524+00:00Rising Cheetahs<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0YHQwfwuvTpPdqc3TJk_YA3qiQE4d1abHEXQBWR4BU7clBY26G2ZSMd5hLYpicGJZl9Q6ZvDutKA47igizGSr9ycXUiR06aOLdIOuN0pCj0WS1hpZmJItIR9z8zyfQDsoxdLjnox3ejs/s400/tedx.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0YHQwfwuvTpPdqc3TJk_YA3qiQE4d1abHEXQBWR4BU7clBY26G2ZSMd5hLYpicGJZl9Q6ZvDutKA47igizGSr9ycXUiR06aOLdIOuN0pCj0WS1hpZmJItIR9z8zyfQDsoxdLjnox3ejs/s400/tedx.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Inspired by <a href="http://tedxyouthinspire.org/">TEDxYouthInspire</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here comes Africa's new breed</div><div style="text-align: center;">Who're offsprings of the planted seed</div><div style="text-align: center;">The youthful ones who'll clear every need</div><div style="text-align: center;">Through the knowledge they get from the books they read</div><div style="text-align: center;">To Zion our people they shall surely lead</div><div style="text-align: center;">And ensure that the masses are truly freed</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">They're the ones when bogged down</div><div style="text-align: center;">And suppressed with thoughts of gloom</div><div style="text-align: center;">Just spread out their mighty wings and take flight</div><div style="text-align: center;">Take flight on wings of attitude powered by determination</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I smile when I think of you</div><div style="text-align: center;">My heart glows when I hear your voices</div><div style="text-align: center;">And when I see you my face shines</div><div style="text-align: center;">For you have become the joy of my life</div><div style="text-align: center;">In the midst of this hostile weather you're the refreshing breath of air</div><div style="text-align: center;">Like a rose your words are fresh and scented and inspiring!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">For you make me dare to dream</div><div style="text-align: center;">That love my hands could dare reach</div><div style="text-align: center;">Though we may not be rich</div><div style="text-align: center;">True joy for the land you do preach</div></div>gamelmaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09063684348143970322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4373155686739646085.post-72823043871167314622009-12-20T16:24:00.011+00:002009-12-20T19:54:22.642+00:00I Stand Redeemed<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >By Godiva Lucille Amenu (Cookie Lu)</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />sometimes i breathe in just to see how deep my insecurities sink<br /><br />emotions cannot be suppressed for so long so i speak and it drips<br /></div><br />like fresh honey leaving a faint remainder of what should have been<br /><br />like an empty vase i feel liberated; just for a little while see it doesn't last long<br /><br />dancing in a limbo of a tear jerking heart and too many unspoken words and<br /><br />stifled mourning, i smile but it never quite reaches the brim of my eyes<br /><br /><br />i seek an inner peace which man cannot render unto me because<br /><br />that which is not assured cannot keep me safe and secured<br /><br />i seek life, one which is everlasting and awakens the dead bones<br /><br />lying dormant in the pit of my soul, i want to be made whole so i will<br /><br />no longer have to lose hope when i'm tied in a rope and with dashed goals<br /><br /><br /><br />so i'm walking with my Father, my King, i'm trusting and loving Him<br /><br />because in the quiet whisper of dawn when i'm down on my knees<br /><br />and drowing in my pain and grim with clouded vision and haunting dreams<br /><br />He pulls me up and cleanses my being, now when i laugh, u can tell from my beam<br /><br />ive been redeemed, what shall i say unto my Lord? all i have to say is thank you, akpe akpe.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfTVznARIMni3RiBT6M2aPWydwu_lbUs2oLkbn34PQARAZHvOvAQp4SY7qMakcu-_iJBeebMcOcViR3uthn3lW6Wk0gQeWzzZnVP8RHPq9AhKX56rdu0Y4kQdDj3ltbpZdoKYu2TX8P3QY/s1600-h/14537_106106416067787_100000052871275_157189_4922493_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfTVznARIMni3RiBT6M2aPWydwu_lbUs2oLkbn34PQARAZHvOvAQp4SY7qMakcu-_iJBeebMcOcViR3uthn3lW6Wk0gQeWzzZnVP8RHPq9AhKX56rdu0Y4kQdDj3ltbpZdoKYu2TX8P3QY/s320/14537_106106416067787_100000052871275_157189_4922493_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417404646079187970" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div> <div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/65367991-4f58-4000-bbb9-4ab4eb517f0f/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=65367991-4f58-4000-bbb9-4ab4eb517f0f" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /></a><span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"></script></span></div>gamelmaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09063684348143970322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4373155686739646085.post-92037632545418766002009-11-17T13:29:00.000+00:002009-11-17T13:32:29.091+00:00I do<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">This hour is the very one I had seen from afar<br />Then it was too far to touch<br />And too silly to imagine<br />But the hour cometh and I can also do<br />Do the things I dreamed of<br />And cover the tracks of my forbearers<br /><br />To those who smile with me I praise thee<br />And to those who fought by me<br />With spear and arrow<br />Through the nights that seemed endless<br />I will engrave your titles in my heart<br />And keep the tears we shed in the days the went by<br /><br />I lift up my eyes and see in the sky<br />A darkened cloud of toil and tears<br />But behind this cloud I the brighter galaxy<br />Stars of abundance and of reward<br />It’s a matter of time, it’s just destiny, it’s just mine<br />I say I do<br /></div>Edward of PathGhanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03658161411819002944noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4373155686739646085.post-64097075471482328122009-10-27T09:46:00.000+00:002009-10-27T09:48:07.159+00:00Happy Birthday!Like gold and all the spritely ornamently things of this world<br />Our friends illuminate our moments with beauty and charm<br />Unlike these ornaments they bear life and emotion and passion<br />That fuel our daily experiences with such zest and completeness<br /><br />Yearly, just as all objects of life <br />They're bestowed with age and growth and maturity<br />Emerging into the capable people who shape the destiny of the planet<br /><br />As you notch up a year older<br />May life's beautiful angels smile at you broader<br /><br />A very happy birthday, friendgamelmaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09063684348143970322noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4373155686739646085.post-89564352412364604222009-10-17T16:21:00.001+00:002009-10-17T16:23:56.428+00:00Three senses of football<div style="text-align: justify;">Watch as they move<br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">In well coordinated choreographed delightful patterns<br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">As they trace their paths in attack and defence<br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Producing sweet touches of smooth skills<br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">True nourishment to our ocular organs<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Hearken the drum and cymbal sounds<br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Of our mighty thundering fans<br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">As they sing and cheer and clap<br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Through the many many minutes of anxiety<br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Pleasing our warriors with their harmonious melodies of endless ecstasy <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Feel the pulses of young and old alike<br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Feel skin surfaces contract and heart rates surge<br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">As the opponents lunge in dangerous menacing attacks<br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Feel our delightful upswelling passions<br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">As the global leather rolls into the net and our men wear their crowns <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Ayeeko to The The Black Satellites for winning the golden fleece </b><br />
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</div>gamelmaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09063684348143970322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4373155686739646085.post-3267820437027436492009-09-30T09:31:00.001+00:002009-09-30T09:33:36.251+00:00Reminisce<p><strong>By Michael Kwame Dakwa</strong></p><p>You passed through my night<br /></p>...and long after sleep was gone<br />you lingered as an unshakable mist,<br />reminding me of the<br />heartache that is the hole<br />your words once held their place...gamelmaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09063684348143970322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4373155686739646085.post-56401281338879266112009-09-14T10:52:00.002+00:002009-09-14T10:59:51.279+00:00The Immortality of Nkrumah<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">In the beginning there was nothing</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">And out of nothing Yahweh called everything</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">First the angels and demons to keep the mortals busy</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Then the women of the earth to remind man of his existence</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">After all was set and after all had been written</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Yahweh called Nkrumah to stay in between the mortals and the immortal</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">To call for war at a time everything seemed peaceful</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">A mission to save the lost from its leash and its destiny</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">And begin a new path into a different generation</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">After that mission was done and all covered,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Nkrumah crossed the line</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">The line that separated mortals from those who never saw death</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">And built a home amongst the living and shared in their greater pain</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">From far up in the skies Yahweh unchained the punisher</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">The hibernating demons that lay in wait and smelled the blood of heroes</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">This time to spark a begging of the end of immortality among men</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">And so history was ordered to record it, Nkrumah the last immortal man</span></span></div>Edward of PathGhanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03658161411819002944noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4373155686739646085.post-34441039457630443002009-09-12T14:30:00.002+00:002009-09-12T14:35:26.515+00:00100<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih4qUtvuevyDCbeIBc4yhDCtqPFeUhIg-7TkAKjCkC6rZGprJkiB4mjVQkzWEV9TsnH3ss5lM9R5sY1BhAi7Qi-ozbJROtG6c1KtZXsRaLShDAFFxvKVXAG58hknXMP6E1gst2FxDutg4/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 89px; height: 111px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih4qUtvuevyDCbeIBc4yhDCtqPFeUhIg-7TkAKjCkC6rZGprJkiB4mjVQkzWEV9TsnH3ss5lM9R5sY1BhAi7Qi-ozbJROtG6c1KtZXsRaLShDAFFxvKVXAG58hknXMP6E1gst2FxDutg4/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380589280567718994" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">As you celebrate a hundred,<br />In plain tongue We express our aches<br />The pain that lingers in the heart of the young<br />To see a <a href="http://pathghana.com/">Ghana</a> at a standstill<br /><br />As you celebrate a hundred,<br />The very wall you built to keep knowledge<br />Are the ones that still stand.<br />And they do so all alone in loneliness<br />No sibling to look up to.<br />I look into the eyes of my kinsmen<br />And lo I see a fire and desire<br />A zeal to dare into the greener lands<br />A quest into the unknown.<br /><br />As you celebrate a hundred,<br />Far away,in the wilderness,<br />there is clan of the African family<br />A family of strong arms and smart minds<br />Yet have no lands to till<br />and no draught to play<br /><br />As you celebrate a hundred,<br />More and more warriors in their<br />search for the pot of wisdom<br />Bite off a piece of their sleep to other<br />And with it their strength to fight<br /><br />As you celebrate a hundred,<br />I look again down the valley<br />I see a throng of fighter<br />And behind them a fire of change<br />In your next birthdays to come this army<br />Will buy you the biggest birthday cake<br /></div>Edward of PathGhanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03658161411819002944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4373155686739646085.post-36834892166977087782009-09-07T13:15:00.002+00:002009-09-07T13:20:56.876+00:00Dreams<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">When hearts break and dreams are forgotten</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Tides of the ocean pull and pull themselves away</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Away to the land and place of the aimless</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">When nature’s arms seem to curse man’s vision</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Bachelors remain ringless</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And the barren is still childless</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Servants continue in their servitude</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Showers of hope will come upon the ambitious</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Looking up into the heavens there is a God</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A God who will and A God who can</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Behold the bachelor becomes a groom </span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The barren outdoors her triplets</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And the servants begin to rule the world</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">All it takes is a dream</span></b></span></div>Edward of PathGhanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03658161411819002944noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4373155686739646085.post-21013030763062416612009-08-20T12:56:00.005+00:002009-08-20T17:29:03.774+00:00world of silence<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">aboard a trotro, by the right window side,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">emotions running bare, with the shared rythms of calming music through my earphones,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">peeping outside the window, in search of answers to this 'self inflicted pain'</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">moving steadily, like the the tears streaming from the bleeding in my heart...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">...since its bloodyness will be too frighting to view by onlookers.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Like an answer to my search, i see the machine...ending with the last alphabet...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">A machine which caught my attention...and paused my heart for a second.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">whithin this attention, i saw my visions on the right seat, with comfort which this trotro denied me...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">then the bleeding paused into a world of silence and peace.</span>Miss Ivy Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12996720319908189132noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4373155686739646085.post-67806074315891526582009-08-05T13:55:00.001+00:002009-08-05T13:57:50.940+00:00My Dance<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><i><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">In the middle of the winter moments in Africa</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><i><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">The bridge which connected the East coast</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><i><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">To the West beaches came down</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><i><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">And with it the little dwarfs that had made</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><i><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">The bridge their home.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><i><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Forever came to an end</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><i><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">And Dreams never got a chance to start</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><i><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Love was wiped from the menu in the snow</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><i><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Soon came the wind that had prophesied it.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><i><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">It was surely to be the last dance</span><o:p></o:p></span></i></p>Edward of PathGhanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03658161411819002944noreply@blogger.com4