FOREVER

Let us die in peace, let us live in misery

The stars can fade we will be shining

We hope for life but prepare for death

Is death coming for me today or never?

Whether we die young or at hundred

We don't have the faintest idea about the future

But we shouldn't stop planning towards it

We suffer and cry but

Life is a sharp knife we buy

We never know when it is going to cut us

Can you imagine a world where none of us die?

Can you imagine the joy on this battlefield

When we kill death?

Can you imagine a world

Where there is no finish line?

Well this poem is written by a blind man

Let us march to the battlefield

Some are going to die,

Some are going to live to write this tale.

Sooner or later,

The battle bell will be heard

And we shall know no longer and

Appreciate the human beings

Our enemies are.

In this life,

Some are the foundation

Whilst we are the superstructure

Whilst others are just the finishing.

We each play

Our part to make this music complete.

This music was composed by

A deaf man!

So many are the songs that couldn't be sang,

So many are the destinies that never came to pass

So many are the lives that never lived

Well this poem was written by

Someone who never lived

We await the melody from the bell

We stand ready to fight

Sooner or is it later,

A friend will perish by the legs of a passing horse.

Sooner or maybe never

This war will all end

The emperor will boost for having won the war,

Sooner or now,

Someone will die forever

With all un-sang song vanish into forever

We await the melody from the bell

We stand ready to fight

Sooner or is it later,

A friend will perish by the legs of a passing horse.

Sooner or maybe never

This war will all end

The emperor will boost for having won the war,

Sooner or now,

Someone will die forever

With all un-sang song vanish into forever

This poem was written by one that was never at the war

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 FOREVER COVER ART DESIGNED BY James N.Y. Cobbinah. Special thanks to Samuel Oteng Antwi

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TALENT

As a child, I may have had a skewed perception about what talent was (so I am made to think now). To me then, talent was one that was to amuse or to awe people – talents to me included ability to sing and rap well, dance, intelligence and a few I can’t remember now. When I was a child, before 14 years, I classified talented girls as those who were highly intelligent, those who weren’t easily intimidated by the fact that they were females and were much focused on success. Back then, I had no idea that a girl could be talented for being just beautiful (and to a large extent dumb). I happened to be in the “A” class back in my junior high school days and this class was noted for brilliant people; the girls were extremely brilliant and much focused on making it in life and to me, those were what I called talented girls.

 

I go to Senior High School and have to embark on a re-socialization process to update my mental faculty that a girl can be talented for being just beautiful even if she is last in examination (should beauty be all that she had). Hence, I was easily disgusted by girls who begged for respect because of their facial or body construction. I was equally annoyed by boys who demanded to be treated in a special manner just because their parents were rich, because they smoked or because they dressed in a provocative manner. I grew sadly to accept that the word talented had been pushed so low to accommodate a lot of anti-social activities.

 

Well I knew that a girl could be talented and beautiful because of what she had acquired through hard work and sacrifice. But the current trend suggest otherwise; women can now be praise and treated with respect because of how they look. This trend is becoming increasingly popular on especially Instagram, Twitter and Tumblr. I am for one person is not against a female because she is beautiful (it will be childish to do so), I am against one who behaves like the whole world revolves around her beauty. A female is worth more than that; a female is one who is ready to change the world she is in, one who is ready to sacrifice to make the world a better place for us – I only wonder how one can use just beauty to achieve this. “Beauty without brains”

Now, the music industry is now a safe haven for some people. It is no longer populated by people with talent. Hence, it is not uncommon to see boys rapping about being “dope”, rich and handsome on a borrowed instrumental. Most of these people barely know that music is not just about the heavy drums, synthizers and the noise they make, music was meant to educate or carry across a message. How on Earth does “I have money you don’t, I am dope, you are f**king n**ga” benefit the world? Most of these music cannot be played on radio – it is full of provocative words so much that if it were to be played on radio, we might only hear 10% of the words used in the song.

 

I maybe a bit old school but I believe talent is not all about having a beautiful skin, make up and provocative dressing. If you have talent, use it to help the world. I have been forced, rather sadly, to accept that a girl can be talented just because she is beautiful but I am definitely not going to accept the fact that a boy can be talented because he smokes or he has a knickers at his knees. I don’t see the talent in that, let us raise the standards of the game up.  

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Short Story: PRAYER; Life, death & nothing

Once, Sunday came calling and I responded by paying my maker my mandatory weekly visit. I was never an honest Christian – the reason why I frequented church was primarily to dispel the rumours that were flying about me and also to get people off my back. This Sunday was meant to be rudimentary – go to church, sit down, clap, give offering and most importantly fidget with my phone. Little is known however of what might happen the next second.

 

It so happened that whilst I was in the prayer mood, I felt a tap on my left shoulder imploring me shift to the right, which I obeyed without bothering to look at the person that tapped me. I continued praying with the conviction that God would hear my prayers. I was interrupted yet again, this time, on my right shoulder indicating me to shift to the center. I obeyed; not devoid of annoyance and some unexplainable feeling burning deep within my lungs.

 

I returned to my prayer sitting at a spot I disliked the most, then I heard something that shocked me to my core and left me more breathless than speechless. “Lord, please deliver me from this misery and take my poor soul from this world tonight” I heard it so clearly, there was no way I could have mistaken what I heard! Why would anyone wish for death? I asked but here I sat, frankly oblivious of what was possibly going through the narrator’s mind, still I wasn’t ready to look at the age of the narrator at that moment because I knew for sure that the prayers would end and I could get many a time to look at his face.

 

I regained my composure and returned to “my prayer”. Then I was interrupted yet again by a supplication which made me cry and emotional, “Lord, please give me more years to live on Earth, how would my family survive when with my demise? Although the doctor said, I am meant to die today I know you can change my destiny” he sobs “Lord, I know I haven’t told my family about my impeding death, I did so on the hope that you could save me. I know you would have mercy on me on the fact, I have come to you at a period where my heart is failing me.”

 

I sat down wondering what is happening, here I sat in the middle two people with diametrically opposing prayers; one wishing for death, one wishing for life and I not having the faintest idea of what I wanted. I felt so annoyed at the person on my right and sympathetic to the person on my left – why wish for death when all what everyone wants on this Earth is life? This is just grave insanity.

 

I decided to lift my head and finally look at my two friends; the one on my right was so young a man, I doubted if he was even older than I was. He looked glamorous, with one of these fashionable man’s hair style dressed in suit and tie with some highly polished shoe. The man on my left was an old, I wondered how long it took him to walk from his house to the church, and he looked so roughly dressed and had this appalling smell which cut my nose like a knife.

 

I couldn’t help asking myself, why someone dressed so fine who looked rich or at worse in the middle class wish for death whilst an old man dressed so shabbily and poor looking would wish for life. Then I asked again “how many more years does this old man want? He probably over eighty!” Then I asked myself yet again “After all, they know what they want in life, what of you”. I bowed my head down and continued to pray hoping that I would not again interrupted.

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