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Monday 29 December 2014

Nativitate Dolor written by J.Y. Frimpong & Eden Akwasi King

 
When God created the world, all that there was,
Was happiness!
And as such man lived life in eternal bliss.
The warmth from the sun breathed on man
Like they shared affection of ninety three million miles.
The wind had this enchantment of bathing around man
Like her existence was to serve man.
 
The Garden of Eden pampered the foot of man.
To them, they were royals
Whose footsteps were blessings to keep warm.
God sat in the Heavens smiling at His perfection.
And it also smiled back at him.
Life was like a sweet wine which begged to be drank.
The bleakest memory of a tragedy to anyone
Was unknown to the imagination of man.
 
Shortly before creation,
The war which had sent the fallen Angels
Out of heaven was promised never to return.
It was then that the snake,
Cunning as he was wobbled to Hell to satisfy sheer curiosity.
The devil,
Seeing the epitome of himself come near him
Gently slipped himself into the soul of the snake
And journeyed back to the Garden.
He took some mints after licking some ixora sweets on the way.
His breath was like the freshness of morning,
His voice the soothing touch of purple silk.
When he spoke to Eve she was bewildered with glee,
Although she beat a thousand thoughts about disobeying God,
The devil said
"Oh gracious daughter of life,
You have begot the one truth that will set you free.
 Here I am."
 
After a short argument
Which Eve fought really hard to lose,
She took the forbidden fruit.
She bit into it.
Behold, the birth of Pain!
 
Dizziness and fear of sweetness
Clung unto Eve like the fins of growing yam
"Oh let me run to Adam and bid him taste this evil sweetness"
 
The taste of pain felt as much as the guilt of disobedience,
Which contrasted with the sweet deathly taste
From the same fruit to the tongue.
The snake began to offer support,
Ridiculing the folly he had made out of her
To unleash Pain unto Earth again.
 
Seeping through the air like an aphroditic aroma,
She stole the breath that hung in the nostrils
Of every living thing God had created.
All was filled with her sting,
Her touch, her soothe, her being.
Pain came to dwell in the world too.
 
You see,
When God created the world,
He had captured Pain and trapped her in the fruit;
Never to be broken, never to be bitten.
Forbidden!
And now, for all of life and time,
Pain has come to dwell with man.
 
Once upon a time pain was born
And for the rest of life, Man run away from her.
She was the reason they run; she was the reason they stopped.

Monday 22 December 2014

"I Am Naked" written by J.Y. Frimpong & Eden Akwasi King

 
 
To scrape a thousand shields off my body,
To break my skin into tiny pores
Is not enough to render me bare.
Though my clothes be torn, ripped and peeled off me
Though the darkness covers me
And shallow my shame to a million depth below judging eyes,
It still is not enough to render me bare.
You see,
The guards that came with me up to behold right and wrong, life and living,
Left me just before I could crawl my knees up to the stage of being clothed.
So I am naked.
Naked of life and of living
 
To betray me like I was an old blue jeans,
To leave my heart broken into a million stars by telling me lies
And naming yourself my best friend
Is just not enough to break me down
Though, I look lonely and miserable in the festival of love and friendship
Though you might have turned the sun away from me
And have left me cold like I was the Prince of Pluto
Is laughably not enough to make me bare!
It just isn’t enough to make me a hopeless romantic
You know,
In the evening I shall beat my chest and cry for your touch
But the morning will come and all thoughts of you will be gone
I admit I am naked
I am naked of your love
I am naked of your friendship
 
Before you sought my tender tissues
To screw in your arrow sliced heart
I was way low on smoothness
I was not prepared to be ravaged
But I was ready for spillage
Because I was naked of love
I was naked of warmth
I thought you could win a chance at filling in spaces
Nature and being, had opened...
Now I still am
Naked of love. Naked of warmth.
You couldn't render me any barer.
 
Before you came walking in the silent nights,
I laid in pain begging for a respite
But there you opened the doors to my soul
And stole it whilst I stood watching
I begged that you would redeem me
By being my savior for the night
Yet you said killing me was an exquisite joy
But it so happens that at times death dies
And the gates of Hades are thrown open
Like the parted red seas
I got you on your knees
And I will no longer live my life
Hiding and pacifying your greed
I might be dead
But I am naked of death, my bones feel younger

Tuesday 9 December 2014

#blatantMOUTH


God is infallible
And hence everything he creates
 
Is meant for the good of mankind.
But it so happens that a brood of people
Who openly and covertly confess
To be called politicians
Have turned the mouth which was meant
To heal and mend wounds
To create and elevate people
To increase people's worth
Into an instrument of self enrichment .
 
I call their mouths "Blatant mouths"
Because unlike others, it has lost
Its shame and humanity
Its purpose and direction.
They open their mouths and the first thing
It does is to lie to you.
The good morning it says
Is an invitation to dupe you off your possession.
 
Yet they are one of us;
Flesh and blood
But want to be treated like gods and angels
They live in the glamorous houses
And have the best of girlfriends
Yes! Including the fine girl on instagran
 
You dream of a Rover, they drive a Rover.
You dream of going to work in New York, they have their vacation in Dubai.
You dream of getting rich, they dream of how to achieve immortality.
 
That is the power of the blatant mouth.
It creates without working
It destroys without touching
It ruins without thinking
When our minds get wiser
Your blatant mouths will have to work harder
 
 
 
THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO www.yesiyesighana.com

Tuesday 25 November 2014

...........On Sex Tapes and Nude Photos


 
A GOSSIP EXPOSED

I was walking to my room last night and I had to eavesdrop on a conversation between two kids. From the looks of things, they were either 13, 14 or probably 15. One of them was complaining to his friend about how his friends were laughing at him. I remember he said “My nude photo had gotten leaked and now, I feel so uncomfortable in school, I don’t even know if I can go to school tomorrow.” I was so depressed! Why would a nude photo of a 13 year old boy leak? Well most people are either oblivious or simply ignore the dangers of having a nude photo of yourself on your phone until they are hit by the harm it causes. The least of one’s worry should be having to walk around your neighbor with people pointing and making mockery of you. Despite people knowing the implications of nude photos when they get leaked, some people still keep them and send them to their boyfriends, husbands, wives domestic partners, girlfriends. The question that I keep on asking myself is “Why do people still keep nude photos”?

 

“BE DOPE, HAVE A NUDE PHOTO OF YOURSELF ON YOUR PHONE”

In a 2008 survey of 1,280 teenagers and young adults of both sexes on Cosmogirl.com sponsored by The National Campaign to Prevent Teen and Unplanned Pregnancy, 20% of teens (13-20) and 33% of young adults (20-26) had sent nude or semi-nude photographs of themselves electronically. Additionally, 39% of teens and 59% of young adults had sent sexually explicit text messages.

 

The numbers are definitely terrifying but let’s find out why people will like to have a nude photo of themselves or someone on their phone? First of all, the improvement in technology comes with its own problems. The development in technology brings about improvement in technology, quick information sharing system etc. Many people are able to have relationship online and communicate with them without ever meeting them in physical terms. The need to get intimidate with one’s partner forces some people to take and send nude photos. More often than not, when people are sending the photos to their partner, they expect them to be discreet, they expect them to keep it to themselves and not send it to anyone.

 

Some people especially the youth see having a nude photo of yourself or your girlfriend as a social currency. The obsession the youth have about sex is crazy! Having a strong and huge manhood is the big deal to most males nowadays. At times, they simply have a nude photo of themselves on their phones just to show to their friends that they are well “endowed”. On the part of their people in a relationship, they have this belief that having a nude photo of your partner is a sign that your relationship is strong or the other partner will not cheat for the fear that the other partner leaking the photo sent in secrecy. So these nude photos are seen as a source of security to most relationships. But are these nude photos worth it?

 

WHEN THEY COME KNOCKING LIKE TOOTH ACHE

Before you take a nude photo and send it to someone, ask yourself “If it goes viral, what will I do?” Most people do not ask themselves this question when taking nude photos. Possibilities of it going viral seems so distant, improbable and utopian. However, no matter how distant this looks, you are not going to look good, if your nude photos goes viral. Nude photos going viral is the easiest thing on Earth, the photos are going to sell by themselves; remember that sex sells and with just a click of a button, your nude photos can be accessible to over a billion people on Earth.

 

Please note that when your nude photos goes viral, your life is definitely not going to be the same again. Just imagine the disgrace and disappointment you will have brought to yourself! Just imagine the loss of dignity and respect! It’s so sad that some people usually the female take their own life when their nude photos leak. Quite unfortunate but think of that worse scenario before you take that nude photo!

 

THE CHAIN MUST END WITH YOU

There’s this Akan proverb which goes “In advising the cat, do same for the dried salted fish.” No one desires for her nude photo to be on the market, when it happens, it will be quiet unethical to be sending to other people. Before you send it to others, ask yourself “If it was me, will I feel happy if someone forwards my nude photo or video to a friend.”

 

The medium for a nude photo or a sex tape is go viral is you; let the chain break with you! Sending someone’s nude photo to someone is not admirable. At times, you feel that sending it to someone will make you look admirable or generous but it simply makes you look childish and stupid. Don’t press the send button, respect yourself and cut the chain.

 

ALL THERE IS………….HOPE

If you don’t have a nude photo on your phone, I advise you never to snap one but if you have one on your phone, delete it now!

Thursday 20 November 2014

DARK CLOUDS

You lock your horns around my waist
Like you are a mystery of dark magic
I have to explore!
You are a door of no return
A poison that makes me alive
Yet you are a silent storm
That rapes my hopes and dreams
Of being a step close to your throne.
The Pharaoh!
Just when I decided to think of who I am
You come with magic
You come like a dark cloud
A calm storm
A beautiful beast
An un-revengeful karma
And turn all my peace into a rollercoaster of nightmares!
You asked me if I was here to be mesmerized by your beauty
And I asked thee if thou was a bird without a cage?
A mockingbird that comes at night to torment
And only leave me broken,
With my hopes stolen from me again!
The Pharaoh!
The Sphinx
Who am I to challenge the dark clouds
When she raps her fair body around my neck
And threaten to take me away to her home?
You talk like my life is a ball in your palms
And yet look at me like you want me in your arms!
You punish me like you are giving me alms
For Christmas!
Never, I don’t belong to Mars!
The Pharaoh!
I belong to my Cleopatra

Monday 3 November 2014

Happy when I'm hurt written by J.Y. Frimpong & Josephine Amofaah Nketiah

 
Precious little time we spent
Am I the spare boyfriend
You always dreamed of?
Precious little time that I
Made you happy
Those time when I made you feel
Like you were the only
Star in the sky

You told me to wait for you
You told me that you will never
Leave me
You told me that you will
Never hurt me
But then you are leaving
But then you hurt me really bad
I waited for you but you never came.
Leave and never come because
That's what you always do because
I'm happy when I'm hurt.
 
 
Don't tell me
Not to believe in those rumors
Don?t tell me
You are leaving and you will be back
Don't tell me
That I'm always in your heart
Because
You and I know that you have
No heart
You and I know that those rumors
Are true
You and I know that my words are
Stronger than I am
Because I am happy when I'm hurt.
 
 
Precious little time we spent
Cool like the summertime,
We watched together the dance
Of the fireflies in the moonlight
Am I that lucky girl you always
Wished to hold?
Those times when I made you
The lyrics to the song in my heart.
 
 
We promised on whispers
We will know each other?s heartbeat.
You told me we will sit and watch
The moon meet the sun
And yet understand each other?s silence.
You told me ours was not a goodbye,
A safe haven,
Together we will build a paradise
Beyond the clouds.
But here I am wishing you bye
Every night my lover!
 
 
You've been the one
The only one made for me
Don't tell me to move on
When you walked away
With my reason to live.
Don't tell me to love again,
When you are the door to my heart,
And when you walked away,
You walked away with the keys.
Don't tell me to give
When I give, I don't get you.
Let me put your memories
In a box and put it on my head,
And like Pandora,
When I open it, may it remind me
That I am happy when I think of you
That I am hurt when I think of you
For I am happy when I?m hurt!

Tuesday 28 October 2014

Mirror Mirror On the Floor written by J.Y. Frimpong & Maame Afua Agyeiwa

 
Her beauty is radiant
Every curve well formed
Eyes gleaming and brilliant
With this gift she was born
 When she talks
She speaks light
A ray piercing through a cloudy sky
Darkness flees in fright
Her wisdom is divine
Her values in no way flawed.
But in a mirror
She sees horror


 In her soletude
Behind closed doors
The walls tell a different tale
A tale of lack of self confident
A bitter tale of daily caustic bile of skeptism
About who she really is.
She is thrown into confusion
Thrown into a pit where she does nothing
But to look for her very own self and soul


 Remembering her father brings her much joy
He called her princess
No care in the world
All is well
Her own sanctuary
Where she can be Queen
And here she likes to remain
As the world rotates
She's in her own orbit.


 Deep in her heart,
She is afraid of her own sanctuary
A claustrophia where there seem no awakening.
Yet we all knew very well that
She is a pearl, she is a work of art
She is what I look to
She is what I want to become
But thoughts of doubts fill her head
Like an intravenous therapy which instead of curing her
Makes her rather sick of her own shadow


She  takes a deep breath  to clear her head entirely
Her days have been better
she had enjoyed all life would offer
Going and coming as she willed
Never once did she stand still
Along With the girls from her youth
She once thought she knew truth
But a newer version appeared so sudden


 She smiles
And the feeling that comes along with it is tears
She moves
And her legs respond by not moving at all
She sighs
She feels trapped in her solidarity
Yet she screams
I am free
 A hand comes down
Pulls her out of her misery
She has lived to tell her story
And she will leave a legacy
The world will see her brave and strong
And never forlorn
Not setting standards but being the standard
Onward to victory.

Friday 24 October 2014

ABRACADABRA written by J.Y. Frimpong & Akosua Dufie Boakye




They call it magic
Magic when I elevate in front of them
Magic, my precious jewel
A possession I will bequeath to you dear daughter
A treasure that will bring all your dreams to life
They call it magic, when I get lost in the cupboard
They call it magic, when I make them happy
Magic when we make the impossible happen.
So go ahead and cut me into two

 Say it triumphantly 'abracadabra'
Oh! Let the cheers subside your suspense
Golly! Laugh loudly like the pendulum clock
With Papa and I
They say
Aw, we sniff savouriness
Ah! They know not
That Papa and I
Ne'er do well
Ha! They 'heareth' not
Papa and I
Adroit 'bunkos'
Papa! Tonight the wind
Howls, swirls powerfully
Its effacing my body in disarray
Say it
Papa... 'Abracadabra'
The wind still howls
Papa 'sayeth'
Abracadabra!

 It’s the fault in the stars
Don't put my soul on the open road of pain
No drug, no abracadabra can cure you
And you know it.
If I could, I would have
But it so happens that
It’s not everything that magic can cure
And it’s something beyond our comprehension
The alienation that magic presents!
Yes they call it magic
We call it magic
But we all know that in truth
Like my body it only cuts our dreams
And hopes into two

 Papa, in you
Is a 'muchacho'
I run crestfallen forth
To the oak tree of old
I beseech fervently
The fresh marine of the valleys
I envisage holistically
The smell of the opened sunflower
Is it west or east?
Papa, sayeth not 'abracadabra'
Show me Papa
The same oak tree of old
The oak tree of old

 Feel me, feel the scars that mark my body
I scream in my mind, when I see you
This art is what keeps blood in our veins
Food in our stomach.
It is mere pretense, antiquated tricks
The small whisper, the thin wire
The glue and all the dark tricks
Maybe it’s time that I wake up to reality
Wake up and accept my failure
I could have been an oasis of hope
You could have been the perfection you always wanted
But I chose magic
And I chose your ruin
Go on and paint the failure right on my face

 Papa
Glisten thy colours
There is a 'mujer' in your wand
Peguin in your chant
Papa
Sayeth not Abracadabra
Our walls thimbled
Yet we will build with thickest honey
Swerve, the sin of the king 'diabolic'
His seduction
No Papa
Sayeth not Abracadabra
Shh! Sayeth not.